New Trust, The
A Soiled Surprise, A Cheap Reveal
Sound is the sleeping of the agedWho've long outlived the wars they wagedDeep dreamiing, sans the fear of monstersThe villains of the era conqueredDark is the Path which lies before usThe stoic older folk adore usFor we brave the odds with something special,A certain "notgivinafuckness"So we sound the dull, electric drum of our heartsAs unassuming as the towns which we are fromEach beat - a sonic boom into the corners of your roomGone is the magic of the old daysEnchanted forests turned to freewaysNothing left to imaginationA spoiled surprise, a cheap revealAnd you'll see, all through the annals of historyMotherfuckers just like The New TrustKeeping a lid on the mysteryOf what makes motherfuckers like us, usDark is the path which lies before usThe stoic older kids adore usFor we brave the odds with something specialA certain notgivinafuckness
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