They beam things into your head
The ghosts of your pleasure in contempt
When we were liars things were seamless
When we were wired the world was like a secret
I close my eyes now and I scream
I turn the light on and there`s nothing left redeeming
I saw your face before it changed
The gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way
So low for how high
Well it`s too late tonight
And I`m sure you`re right
So low for how high
And after this there`s just the circus
And every morning your carnie heart stops workin`
It gets tight in there sometimes
Looking for those defects
Talking like it`s a reflex
I close my mouth now and I scream
I open the door and there`s nothing left redeeming
I saw your face before in rough
You should wait around awhile
Cause you`r body`s bound to turn up
So low for how high
Well it`s too late tonight
And I`m sure you`re right
So low for how high