Running for home

They beam things into your head the ghosts of your pleasure and contempt when we were liars things were seamless when we were wired the world was like a secret i close my eyes now and i scream i turn the light on and there's nothing left redeeming i saw your face before it changed the gun it makes you look nicer in a bad way so low for how high? well it's too late tonight and i'm sure you're right as low for how high and after this there's just the circus and every morning you carnie heart stops workin it gets tight in there sometimes looking for the defects, talking like it's a reflex i close my mouth now and i scream i open the door and there's nothing left redeeming i saw your face before the rough you should wait around awhile cause your body's bound to turn up so low for how high? well it's too late tonight and i'm sure you're right as low for how high