Limbo from Ruthless by Waldemar

I’m caught low

David you want me to be so honest
David you want me to be an artist
I’m caught low

These aren’t my roses in the garden
Brennan said that all is sovereign
I’m caught low
In the shallows

I could lie to pass it off
With honesty would I be better off?
I’m caught low

Rawness please, in my lack of peace
Honestly I’m afraid of being seen
I’m caught low
In limbo

And I’m up fighting and fooling myself
Smoking up in my fear and pride
I cry

I’m caught low
It’s where I grow

What’s the difference between poignancy and simple reckless cruelty?
I’m caught low

I lack faith so don’t believe
Though I find you so gentle in the scenery
I’m caught low
In the shadows

I’m the only one here
Cause I only hear what I want to hear
I’m caught low

If all of me is on the table
I can’t hide behind any fables when I bury my head in the chest of strange men hiding under my bed
I’m caught low
In limbo

And I’m up fighting and fooling myself
And I’m up tossing and crossing myself
It’s hell

Oh I’m losing myself in limbo, where the limbs grow
I’m in love with a trust
So ruthless, it’s so reckless

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