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 working
 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, 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