Low Lights by The God Bombs Lyrics
It silently bides its time
It waits inside
It gets cold
It whispers
Sweet sweet nothings
And the lights go
Low Low Low
Fallen star fell to Earth today
O.D. in an undug grave
Too soon, so cruel
Who were you?
Christ-like
Higher than kite
Andro-genius
Rockstar
Martyr
Say goodbye
Ugly
This world feels so ugly
This thing inside of me
That tells me I am nothing
And then they piss
And shit on the grave
Like vultures in a flock
Poking holes in the corpse you made
All the stars and marks
On your face
All the scars and the wounds
Of youth gone astray
It silently bides its time
It waits inside
It gets cold
It whispers
Sweet sweet nothings
And the lights go
Low Low Low
Ugly
This world feels so ugly
This thing inside of me
That tells me I am nothing
I wanna go
Where the lights are low
It silently bides its time
It waits inside
It gets cold
It whispers
Sweet sweet nothings
And the lights go
Low Low Low
And then they piss
And shit on the grave
Like vultures in a flock
Poking holes in the corpse you made
All the stars and marks
On your face
All the scars and the wounds
Of youth gone astray
It waits inside
It gets cold
It whispers
Sweet sweet nothings
And the lights go
Low Low Low
Fallen star fell to Earth today
O.D. in an undug grave
Too soon, so cruel
Who were you?
Christ-like
Higher than kite
Andro-genius
Rockstar
Martyr
Say goodbye
Ugly
This world feels so ugly
This thing inside of me
That tells me I am nothing
And then they piss
And shit on the grave
Like vultures in a flock
Poking holes in the corpse you made
All the stars and marks
On your face
All the scars and the wounds
Of youth gone astray
It silently bides its time
It waits inside
It gets cold
It whispers
Sweet sweet nothings
And the lights go
Low Low Low
Ugly
This world feels so ugly
This thing inside of me
That tells me I am nothing
I wanna go
Where the lights are low
It silently bides its time
It waits inside
It gets cold
It whispers
Sweet sweet nothings
And the lights go
Low Low Low
And then they piss
And shit on the grave
Like vultures in a flock
Poking holes in the corpse you made
All the stars and marks
On your face
All the scars and the wounds
Of youth gone astray