Lyrics:

Don't grip, you're choking What life was, trying to Lift up the rage from a season of play I don't blame my messes on you Don't beat this down dead Sink to a level that is low, low Why not, what else is Low, Low Why take the conscience Low, low Why not, what else is Low, low What not, what else is there I climb into Recognize I don't have time What was said about this man? What was said now Don't grip your choking What life was trying to Lift up the rage from a season of play I don't blame my messes on you Don't beat this down dead Sink to a level that is Low, low [Thanks to toolspud@adelphia.net for these lyrics]