discovered you're at all just hypocrites there's nothing left to learn there's nothing left to yearn ever just the very same refuse there's nothing left to hurt there's nothing left to turn behind my eyes i'm nearly blind so call me an unnecessary fault in your brave new world
bereaved of faith what (are) you waiting for you stare me down with your frowns who starts the final round? what if you lied when every scar's vainly drawn until the dolls remain ... so call me beneath yourselves and misplaced in your brave new world bereaved of faith