After all floods has risen And all anchors are dropped to the deep We live out of soul abduction Protected by the dams we built New walls - new martyrs Brave new world, new world order but all the martyrs are the same: dead Chorus: Another mourning comes Another blood-red dawn Another grave surrounded by my own fiends Every face looks down on me Teardrops fall down splattering
Why are those faces so close? Only six feet from this perspective Black crowd - same fake tears All mask's blank featureless like mine It seems like my own funeral - I'm dead Chorus 'Bereavement' is in my dictionary quite close to the 'brave'...to the 'brave new world' Chorus They wear my mask, face of a regretful martyr Who died for an exception that proves their rule