Down Low Songtext
von Betzefer

Our problems consist
Of people calling "friends"
Freedom is the enemy
To every one of them
My leg has healed
Spit in all because of fear
Of proving to be no one
When no one else is near

But these marks on my skin, I can′t replace
And in turn, they all will prove to help me less
All these things that don't let me ever die
So if I′ve been already asked before
It may have already gone away


What's behind your eyes
Is what you should all treasure
Shit you drink, crap you like
Don't make you fucking special
Whiskey, fucking scotch
Malt beer, fucking lager
And red head blood is
The best damn fucking ever before
Still you ought to take a chance
Well, take a good look at the painful truth
A new kind, this time, this day
Will always come around

But these marks on my skin, I can′t replace
And in turn, they all will prove to help me less
All these things that don′t let me ever die
So if I've been already asked before
It may have already gone away