Fuck Spend my days in a haze Dragged down my the mundane No thrill in the everyday Depression barely at bay Finding reasons To keep the bullet from my brain Grasping at straws I take for granted, The little things Low Spirit Outta body most of everyday Low Spirit Never seem to feel real Low Spirit Outta body most of everyday Low Spirit Never seem to feel real Never seem to feel Never seem to feel I I can't Can't find relief For the sickness deep inside of me I I can't Can't find relief For the sickness within me Sinking in Falling Sinking in Falling Low Spirit