The ghosts of your pleasure and 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 theres 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 its too late tonight
And Im sure youre right
As low for how high
And after this theres just the circus
And every morning you carnie heart stops workin
It gets tight in there sometimes
Looking for the defects, talking like its a reflex
I close my mouth now and I scream
I open the door and theres nothing left redeeming
I saw your face before the rough
You should wait around awhile cause your bodys bound to turn up
So low for how high?
Well its too late tonight
And Im sure youre right
As low for how high