Low - Point Of Disgust

Point Of Disgust

Once I was lost
To the point of disgust
I had in my sight
Lack of vision
Lack of light
I held hard
I held fast
Mercy me
It'll never last

Then in the dust
All the things
We discussed
Were thrown to the wind
So at last
We begin
'Cause we fall hard
We fall fast
Mercy me
It'll never last