Code Orange Kids - Low Lyrics
Just jealous gods and mechanical insects, (pathetic)Hair raising accounts of the future.Thoughts of reflection and silence and infest,These meetings wont satisfy all my instinctsLowest of the lows, I can't rely on myself,Enough is enough, spirits dust off the serpents.Cursed are we who bare this face of rotten gumsAnd dirt filled teethBorn with a face of disgust and a head full of panicOn a losing streak and it doesn't seem worth it.The sickest part is that I *****ing need this.