High on a Downer
I wonder what excites you
What stimulates your senses
What keeps the motor running
After the wheels have locked
Are you breathing,
or peacefully sleeping?
Suspended an emotion,
waiting for love to knock?
So much for the master plan
The servants of every man
Reportedly found her
High on a downer again
The parasites and bruises
Will never be outnumbered
It’s better not to dwell on
Such empty thoughts too long
And the answer
Is really not the answer
Though pleasantly diverting
It still adds up all wrong
So much for the master plan
The servants of every man
All gathered around her
High on a downer again
So much for the master plan
The servants or every man
Anointed and crowned her
High on a downer again
