The Falconist High on Fire

The great awakening and I don’t feel better
Some of us take the pain
And the monsters are real
I could lie but its hunting us
As the fates draw nearer
We foresee the absolute
And the jackal is here

You can see me flying above the rift
Watch me diving, play the risks

I could see a long way off
Like a lighthouse keeper
The insane and the somber crowd
When doom whispers here
Hunter from a slight of wing
I’m a run kill catcher
Saw things from a hawk eye view
Falls a prophet of flight

You can see me flying above the rift
Watch me diving, play the risks
You can see me flying
Watch me diving
From the wrist, the Falconist