Low Room

You’ve been away a while, while the art on the box cuts
The streets gone wild, defeated wild
Sitting in the low room
Where we wind our love loom
Don’t y’think it’s wrong
That I should get stuck in a room

The low room
Low
Room
Low
Room
2,3, uh!

I don’t know what
What I can do to break the chains
We talk a lot we break high ground, high ground no shame
Maybe there’s no need to fight against the chains
Rations of irrational thirsty for the up
Of secret honey, honey on the lips

Low
Room
Low
Low

Ten!
3, 4
Push

You’re away tonight as the art on the box cuts
Vivid life in action
Shame as the shock cuts
Stuck in a room frigid and strained
Reprising interaction, repeating refrains
In the low room
Repeating the holy names in the low room
Repeating the holy names in the low room
Repeating the holy names in the low room
Push
Shame as the shock cuts
Shame as the shock cuts
Shame as the shock, hit
Stuck in a room, shock
Hit, hit
Low room, hit, shame

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