Low

They say to live a decent life
And that your mind is cold
They brand their sins onto your back
And try to break your soul
And when you followed in the past
They put you on parole
The pit that formed up all around you
Had swallowed you whole

You are the tainted cast-off
You scorn the rising Sun
You are the mangled, damaged, tortured
Always on the run

Your silent chaos owns the night
You tried to grow
Did you think that you would feel so low?
Scraping the bottom one more time
How could you know
That at this point you would feel so low?

You wish for better
But still you’re torn
All of the lost and second chances
You have left to mourn
Your life is ripe to reawaken
Will it be stillborn?
‘Cause when you’re fucking with the garden
You will get the thorn

You are the tainted cast-off
You scorn the rising Sun
You are the mangled, damaged, tortured
Always on the run

Your silent chaos owns the night
You tried to grow
Did you think that you would feel so low?
Scraping the bottom one more time
How could you know
That at this point you would feel so low?

Been so low
Got so low
Been so low
So low

Your silent chaos owns the night
You tried to grow
Did you think that you would feel so low?
Scraping the bottom one more time
How could you know
That at this point you would feel so low?

Your silent chaos owns the night
You tried to grow
Tell me, did you think you’d feel so low?
Scraping the bottom one more time
And you didn’t know
That at this point you would feel so low

Been so low
Got so low
Been so low