Low Life
Crobot Lyrics

Turn off your television.
Stop watching the TV, which promotes superstitious beliefs and victimizes people, making them prisoners to the pain.

They're selling superstition.
The mainstream media promotes irrational beliefs and fear to control and manipulate people.

Criminals and victims, Slaves to the system, Prisoners to the pain.
People are either criminals or victims, trapped in a system of inequality that causes them pain.

The whole world's addicted, Tangled up and twisted, Panic pumping through our veins.
The whole world is addicted to a system of fear and anxiety, which keeps them tangled up and twisted with panic.

But baby they say I'm a low life, '
People judge the artist as a low life for selling their soul to the devil for a price.

Cuz I sold my, soul to the Devil.
The singer made a deal with the devil for personal gain in exchange for their soul.

Gave up my life for the right price,
The singer gave up their life goals and purpose for financial gain with the devil.

But I survived, I'm just a low life type.
The artist survived the ordeal of selling their soul, but is now labeled as a low life type.

They'll drag you down into the dirt. (
The system will ruin and oppress you.

They'll show you what it's like to hurt. (
The system will cause you pain and suffering.

Yeah you're no better than me.
The system affects everyone, making them all equals in their suffering.

If I'm on the wrong side of heaven, I'll know I won't be forgiven.
The artist knows that they won't be forgiven by a higher power if they continue to participate in immoral behavior.

Pray I'm accepted, Plagued and infested, Preaching out the one to blame.
The singer prays that they will be accepted despite their immoral actions, but is plagued by guilt and blames themself.

Never said I'm perfect, I guess that makes me worthless, They tell me almost everyday.
The singer acknowledges their imperfections but is criticized as worthless by others.

It's a shame that you think I'm a failure, I can still see a man with his head held high.
The singer regrets how others perceive them as a failure, but they still see themself with pride.

But what can I do to make it right,
The artist questions what they can do to redeem themself.

They'll pull you 'til you come apart. (
The system will break you down until you cannot function.

They turn you into what you earn. (
The system defines your worth by your monetary value.