Low-pitched 歌词

Calling it agony, be there in time Everything smells like shit, stand in line Obscene behaviour, facing the weak Donw on your knees you're so obscene Ger ready for the battle, showing no mercy Standing still till the bottle is gone What is your religion? Who is your god? Poor and broke. Where is the dawn? Crack under the strain with bleeding hands You're looking so pale inside that sphere Suddenly the silence breaks through Only some lonely screams Low-pitched I can't hear it Turn in your grave What do you say? Listen to the voice, the words are mine It's burning down, down deep inside It feels like an electric shock A gentle touch is all that I need Time to think before it's too late It's not that easy when the anger fades You don't know why, and try to find A simple way in life Burn Those words are mine, those thoughts are mine Low Those words are mine, those thoughts are mine Calling it agony, be there in time Everything smells like shit, stand in line Obscene behaviour, facing the weak Down on your knees you're so obscene