Downer

Butchered sincerity, act out of loyalty

Defend your true country, wish away pain

Hand out lobotomies, to save little families

Surrealistic fantasy, bland, boring, plain

(CHORUS)

Hold me down in restitution

Living out your day of fusion

Is the whole fleece, shun in bastard

Don’t feel guilty, master writing

Somebody says that they’re not much like I am

I know I can

Make enough of the words you go along

And sing your song

Sickening pessimists, hypocrite master

Conservative communists, apocalyptic bastards

Thank you, dear God for putting me on this Earth

I feel very privileged in debt for my thirst

CHORUS

Doubt it