Low

Motor fast and recklessly
Thrill is what I'm searching for
Couple of grams of debris
Can't have drugs without a war
Autonomy in fantasy
I just want to be ignored
No one left the rope for me
Could've been a friend of yours

In the night I grit my teeth
Hard to keep my guts beneath
Out of help; out of place
My body stands a piss disgrace
Every night is something tragic
Never been so down on luck
You tell me you know magic
Ask the stars why you're dumb as fuck