Falcon

Downer

Falcon
Flying so low to the ground
Cynical view, the world gone wrong
Banished utopia laid to waste before its time
Heeds the worst case scene in his heathen ways
Got no use for a crutch
Solutions bring more questions to your mind
Answers never found

Given life, but born to die
Made to suffer, age and go blind
Given life, but left to die
We're all goners when doomsday's near

Slavin' and wastin' our time
Spinnin' the wheel at the same old grind
Taken for granted, trodden and trampled
Fake smiles hiding rage
Jealous masquerade on crooked paths
Will my task be done
When the noose is hung before I die

Given life, but born to die
Made to suffer, age and go blind
Given life, but left to die
We're all goners when doomsday's near

Downer, doomsyer, downer
Downer, truth-seeker, downer

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