High, Low

Hanagorik

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Fever’s rising while my shiver body
Shiver body slowly die
As I’m leaving and left behind my lies
(If I’m right) about who am I

My mind I’ll never realize
Promises about a future
That never comes, an endless road
That never take me back home

Like grave yard rats over me
Eating me, make me restless
Bringing me pain over pain
To my life full of emptiness

But when I look to my future
I discover that I’m still living in the past
Close inside of my own fears
In my life full of bitterness and loneliness

High, Low, don’t you feel cool when you look like an asshole?
High, Low, the gun can be hot, but your hands still wet and cold?
High, Low, could you realize if your life was trade on and sold?
High, Low, why do they hate you if you want to be loved