Sound is the sleeping of the aged
Who've long outlived the wars they waged
Deep dreamiing, sans the fear of monsters
The villains of the era conquered
Dark is the Path which lies before us
The stoic older folk adore us
For we brave the odds with something special,
A certain "notgivinafuckness"
So we sound the dull, electric drum of our hearts
As unassuming as the towns which we are from
Each beat - a sonic boom into the corners of your room
Gone is the magic of the old days
Enchanted forests turned to freeways
Nothing left to imagination
A spoiled surprise, a cheap reveal
And you'll see, all through the annals of history
Motherfuckers just like The New Trust
Keeping a lid on the mystery
Of what makes motherfuckers like us, us
Dark is the path which lies before us
The stoic older kids adore us
For we brave the odds with something special
A certain notgivinafuckness