New
To everything you never gained,
And every wrong you’ve never named,
And every tear you’ve let them shed,
Over a body who truly isn’t dead.
Wake up to a new sensation
To the realization that we’re becoming new.
Wake up to the reality of a world
Where they know your name.
Thanks for joining us here
Where we’re never quite clear
On the meaning of right and wrong
And all those grey lines in between.
They’ve seen through all our lies,
Shattered all our broken sighs,
And taught us to be real
In a world that’s not.
And every wrong you’ve never named,
And every tear you’ve let them shed,
Over a body who truly isn’t dead.
Wake up to a new sensation
To the realization that we’re becoming new.
Wake up to the reality of a world
Where they know your name.
Thanks for joining us here
Where we’re never quite clear
On the meaning of right and wrong
And all those grey lines in between.
They’ve seen through all our lies,
Shattered all our broken sighs,
And taught us to be real
In a world that’s not.
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