Falling Down - Sinbreed

The man, cramped up he feels

Knees touch his ears

Fingers fiercely pull his hair back

His eyes are dead wide open

Reveal the lands

Deserted waste, waiting to see

So many things we still have to decide

While the man still is wondering why

He shouldn’t care where to run, go to

At the edge of the cliff

When he tried

For him to decide

He found his way, walked straight to decay

So his mind

The anger inside

Working together, which must be defied

The man rocks back and forth

Using his temper

Shoulders pull his spine through his neck

He’s got a pronounced temper

A skill used well

But now it is, it’s striking back

He found his way

He found his way

He found your way