New Low Songtext
von Greet Death

The ceiling′s closing on me like some kind of shell
I can't escape the pull that′s dragging me to hell
I keep on working 'cause the money is the pill

And never knowing what it is that I want
Forever blowing off the things I said I'll do
I wasn′t joking when I said it was dark
It′s the small things that dissolve you

I'm chasing my shadow
I′m riding with the ghost
I'm crawling back to the saddle
I′m finding a new low


I'm finding a new low
I found it comfortable
My winding down spiral
I′m finding a new low

I'm finding a new low
I found it comfortable
My winding down spiral
I'm finding a new low

I′m finding a new low
I found it comfortable
My winding down spiral
I′m finding a new low

I'm finding a new low
I found it comfortable
My winding down spiral
I′m finding a new low