There's a new propeller
Churning up our days
There's a whirlpool spinning
Digging us our graves
There's a growing menu
Of brand new mistakes
Same old ground
I've always walked on
Now they call it fake

Don't be afraid
You won't be replaced
Don't be afraid
You won't be erased

There's a new day coming
We don't know its name
There's new methods brewing
Some will be the same
There's a growing feeling
Going down the drain
Same old ground
I've always walked on
There's always new pain

Don't be afraid
You won't be replaced
Don't be afraid
You won't be erased

There's a brand new flavor
Acidic in its taste
There's a brand new picture
Colors gone to waste
There's a growing feeling
Nobody is chaste
Same old ground
I've always walked on
Sliding in the lake

You felt a bright white light
You gave it a name
And you set a price
Ok there may be a god
And they love you
With all their heart
But there's no place underground
There is no devil hound

We're alone
But you are the door prize
Watch it go, it's a lovely twilight