Letra de Downer

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