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 dust remains ...
So call me beneath yourselves and misplaced
In your brave new world
Bereaved of faith