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You walked all over

In your deathly nightmares

In your own slasher flick

With your one arm cut off

Gonna make it to the history pages

Troubleshoot the gum within

Gonna make it to the history pages

Need time need space on my own

Just to end up where i began

I hope to find myself

In a low place like dead

Low place like dead

you never what never was

From your slaughter house to my bedroom

nothing remain to be found

With your good arm now gone

Read your future in a magazine

Search the stars for direction

Read your future in the magazine

This is what had to be lost

Just to find life once again

I hope to find my way home

In a low place like dead

Low place like dead

I hope to find myself

In a low place like dead

we all fall all over

With your small smiles and nothing else

Catching hold of clouds and smoke

Like a man with no arms

Treat yourself to be low

like to be low place dead