New Terrors

Cheap thugs and superstars collide
Your children will one day rule the earth
And as we bow down to weekend warriors and their kind
Remember nothing’s real… for what it’s worth

Hey, I think there’s something you should know
No matter how it hurts
We’ve all been hurt before and
Hey, cross my heart and hope to die
Won’t ever tell a lie
You crawled out of the dirt and
Hey, you keep talking to your hands
You think you’re making plans
But no one hears a word now
Hey, you’re on your own here

Hand on my shoulder, I can feel you pushing down
Mud in my pocket, now your smile has turned to frown
I’m starting to realize that you’re never coming round
So much for the beauty of the world

Hey, you know there’s nothing that you’ve done
That no one’s ever done
It’s all been done before and
Hey, you keep moving back and forth
But the game is still the same
There’s nothing left to prove and
Hey, I say where you gonna go
When there’s nowhere left to run
You gave up all you’ve earned now
Hey, don’t shoot the messenger

Hand on my shoulder, I can feel you pushing down
Mud in my pocket, now your smile has turned to frown
I’m starting to realize that you’re never coming round
Hang on for the reaping of the world

The knife you use for carving cuts a ten inch magazine cover
Your bag is in the dresser but you’ve never done a thing before
You cancer and you cleaver willing partner to the ritual
The truth is out but still you play the killer

Hand on my shoulder, I can feel you pushing down
Mud in my pocket, now your smile has turned to frown
I’m starting to realize that you’re never coming round
So much for the beauty of the world