Tekster:
Crimpshrine The Sound Of A New World Being Born

caught up in playing my part You learned a lesson, not to rely on anyone Now you don't even rely on yourself You learned a lesson, not to trust anyone

in" I can live with my own laws I can make my own decisions Without the banners of their cause I don't need a group to guide me I think that I can decide

In the wreckage and in the streets I've found freedom and I've found peace My mind has gone numb But I must keep talking... When everyone's gone from

a hundred million smiles And a hundred million buildings burning to the ground From a hundred million miles away, I can hear the sound Of a hundred million burning definitions And a

be Look to your heroes and buy that romantic junkie fantasy You see some glory in their wasted lives You need some purpose to waste your time Put a needle

eat And so many homes to sleep in Stores so full of food So why must I eat from a garbage bin? There's 1600 people walking around today Thinking life's a

like "the old days" Burnt out and jaded, their old spirit faded I hope that in a few years I don't feel the same way... As we get older new faces appear

All the lonely people roam The streets in search of makeshift home In all the darkness there's one light A shining Mecca in the night There's no sanctuary

that I always lost It's come time to end The tranquilization of my mind Now I've got a brick in my hand Now I know what I must find So take a good look