Silverchair

Have you ever been lost
Floating on the ground
Like a fading frost
You've fallen asleep
Next to your bed
And you feel so low
Oh they've stolen your pride
Stand up while your conscience sits aside
I've made up my mind
Half of the time and I feel so low
Stay and hijack the hurt
I feel so low I feel so high
Take a look inside my mind
If the object was clear
There wouldn't be a point
Only godless fear
By the end of July
I wonder will I still feel so low
Oh I am host to a guide