Don't grip, you're choking

What life was, trying to

Lift up the rage from a season of play

I don't blame my messes on you

Don't beat this down dead

Sink to a level that is low, low

Why not, what else is

Low, Low

Why take the conscience

Low, low

Why not, what else is

Low, low

What not, what else is there

I climb into

Recognize I don't have time

What was said about this man?

What was said now

Don't grip your choking

What life was trying to

Lift up the rage from a season of play

I don't blame my messes on you

Don't beat this down dead

Sink to a level that is

Low, low





[Thanks to toolspud@adelphia.net for these lyrics]