| I've been blinded by passion and didn't realize I've been | |
| Down to the ground | |
| Held back by the fire with my nose pressed in the dirt | |
| I've been down to the ground | |
| All I know, that when the wave comes it crashes | |
| I've been washed out by floods | |
| I've been leached out by floods | |
| I found the power | |
| I've been thrown in the deep end | |
| I've been scared, I've been weak to scared | |
| I've been. . . | |
| In the final hour | |
| I've been down to the ground, | |
| I've been thrown to the ground | |
| I can see it in flashes, reminded by the ashes | |
| All of my heart's desires, thrown out the window | |
| And that's too far off for me | |
| In the final hour | |
| I've been down to the ground | |
| I've been down to the ground | |
| I've been down to the ground | |
| made to feel embarrassed | |
| I've been put on | |
| I've been stripped and searched | |
| I've been whipped and burned | |
| Make me feel real down | |
| I remember the old days kicking around in the memory | |
| Two-fisted sound | |
| Held back by the fire, put my nose into the dirt | |
| Down to the ground | |
| In the final hour | |
| When you're really down | |
| In your time or dying | |
| When you're really down | |
| When you're really down | |
| Don't come to me | |
| Don't come to me | |
| Don't come to me | |
| Really down, really down, really down | |
| Really down, really down, really down | |
| etc. . . |