At the end of a new day, we washed upon the shore
Followers of a new plan, attention seeking whores
Started out as a new way, paving roads to the flames
Never wanting to be the one, pointing out the obvious names
Duct tape for our heartbreaks, covering scars that won't heal
Adhering to old wounds, delicate ties that we feel
Looking back on our past lives, always ending in pain
Tying knots in our own noose, then letting go of the reigns
Say goodbye to the old ways, the time to protest is done
Blind faith, the new world order
Killing fathers to spare the sons