Days feel like years, it's the reason for my aging
And there's no escape in here
Sitting on the floor, surrounded by ashes and empty glasses
I wonder: how low will i go? Why should i smile? How long is this fuckin' life?
Shall i close my eyes or keep them opened?
There's no point in asking these questions, i should just act and do something to start the change
There's no point in asking these questions, i should just act... to start the change
how low will i go? It's my only question, I'm craven and i just keep wondering:
how low will i go? I'm a coward and i just still standing
Years fell like days, it's the reason for my stillness
I've built stuff with no projects
Sitting on the floor, surrounded by ashes and empty glasses
how low will i go? It's my only question, I'm craven and i just keep wondering:
how low will i go? I'm a coward and i just still standing
how low will i go? It's my only question, I'm craven and i just keep wondering:
how low will i go? I'm a coward and i just still standing
Caught between two forces, the only thing i see is desolation
Neither up nor down, the pressure halts me there
And there's no space for thinking
Except for just one question: how low will i go?

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