"Limbo" lyrics

"Limbo"

Doomed Entombed Exhumed with the rest of it
Put on display for the PHD candidates
To build a working model for where all the good times went
And what was the point of it all

What a surprise you're never at a loss of words
I guess you are what you eat
What a surprise you end up in the lost and found
What goes up comes down

How low can you go?
Life is
Love is
Lost in
Limbo

Nobody cheered when they called your name
Rain or shine it's all the same
To me
To me
To me
Come close to me
To me
To me
It's getting closer

What a surprise I'm never at a loss of words
I guess I am what you eat
What a surprise
Oh you've really gone and done it now
What goes up comes down

How low can you go?
Life is
Love is
Lost in
Limbo
Nobody cheered when they called your name
Rain or shine it's all the same
To me

So let's give it up
And start taking the high way
How low can we go
I guess I'll just give it on up and go find my own way
Life is
Love is
Lost in
Limbo
Limbo
It's getting closer


Writer(s): Alejandro Rose-garcia, Cameron Beckham Neal, Daniel Andrew Creamer, Taylor Braddy Craft, Patrick Alexsander O'Connor, Matthew Louis Pence
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