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letra de low - beastmode warriors

[verse 1: slyzwicked]
now here we go again, i’m talking with my best friend
now who would’ve thought this mic device would be my place of sin
a place where i can think out loud and be myself
a place where i can be with the inner demons, hear ’em shout
or maybe it’s because i love it, talking to myself
that mic is on recording, you’re gonna hear these thoughts real loud
is anybody willing to listen, maybe get my vision?
i’m loving it when i’m alone, that’s based on my decision
the only way you’ll hear my thoughts is when the beat drops
i rarely let anybody know how i feel, now that’s real talk
but it could be a bit much, i’m always holding it all inside
that’s probably how i self-destruct, ah
but i don’t wanna bother n0body or worry, d-mn
i’m gonna take my pain and emotions and just bottle ’em
and that’s the way it’ll be until the very end
me, myself, and i, the listener are my only friends

[chorus: taab frio]
i’m feeling so lonely, i’m feeling so low (so low, so low)
i’m feeling so lonely, i’m feeling so low (so low, so low)
i’m feeling so lonely, i’m feeling so low (so low, so low)
i’m feeling so lonely, i’m feeling so low (so low, so low)

[verse 2: taab frio]
mi días son grises, mis noches más oscuras
ya me ha cansado esta vida de locura
estoy expulsado de vivir yo contento
me la paso encerrado, que ya mejor ni lo intento
con las ventanas cerradas, me pongo a pensar
que estas penas son malas como chelas heladas
para ayudar el dolor duermo todo el día
para evitar el horror y cada día que pasa
pues ese día es el peor, las cicatrices que yo cargo por dentro
pues las sano con tragos para evitar sufrimientos
solo dios me juzga y eso tenlo por cierto
an alcoholic tortured soul who has to have it just to cope
a shot of this, a drink of that, now i feel like kicking back
i’m missing out, i’m missing life
pain junkie, number one
missing my kids and wife, i’m sick
i’m in prison wishing i could win this fight
[chorus: taab frio]
i’m feeling so lonely, i’m feeling so low (so low, so low)
i’m feeling so lonely, i’m feeling so low (so low, so low)
i’m feeling so lonely, i’m feeling so low (so low, so low)
i’m feeling so lonely, i’m feeling so low (so low, so low)

[verse 3: nyro the madman]
it’s hard to define what’s going on in my mind
demonic design or simply depression signs
loneliness is owning and to smite me like holy men
i fight for my soul again even though i feel cold within
the pen and the pad are my only two friends
angry and sad as my will starts to bend
a cage around my head, yeah, a personal jail
not good, not dead, in a personal h-ll
evolving into evil, call me ultimate sale
becoming one with this madness is my ultimate fail
needing someone to talk to, i got so much to tell
but the devil’s got my soul, he’s convinced me to sell
impending mental doom has convinced me to bail
no one else in this room, shadows loom to prevail
can’t fight the feeling though i’m building some buzz
looking up at the ceiling, wanna end it because

- beastmode warriors

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