Faithless Saints - Coming Down

Feel like I got it all at barely twenty four
But it seems that the high is wearing out
Poorer than poor but rich in love
Surrounded by the music and the humans that I love
Paying for a dream on a minimum wage salary
It's hard to sometimes not feel like the fool
But after all those lies we've been told
Hopeless pursuits left in abandon where religion once took hold
In a world run by greedy psychopaths prescribing dogma to the discontent
I remember why I choose not to live in that world
How long will it take as a human race
To overcome our own consciousness and really look each other in the fucking face
So when I'm coming down from the highest of good times
Your fake problems still consume your mind
So while I'm coming down from the highest of good times
Your fake problems become real problems when people die

Written by:
ROBERT RIOS

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