Rick Fink

Lyrics

Low

Steal that ounce of pain.
That aching soul.
Don’t let it turn to tears.
Now and then,
You’ll want to die alone.
Unbroken by the years.

Don’t let your heart subside.
That fading high,
Will leave you low.

Babe, receive this heavy,
Dose of death.
Don’t lie there bored and still.
Heaven’s sterilized and waiting.
Hell’s all boarded up and chilled.

Don’t let your heart subside.
That fading high,
Won't leave you low.

Let the boredom,
Paralyze you,
Let your fever leave.
It failed you once,
And now you’re broken.

Steal that ounce of pain.
That aching soul.
Don’t let it turn to tears.
In the end you’ll die.
Your fears untried.
Too tired to face the mirror.

Don’t let your heart subside.
That fading high,
Won't leave you low.