(Leave her x3) Carving love like souvenirs Faking glory to closed ears Covered in gold, and Spilling fears - in a brave new world Is this an emergency? Is this just what you need? Is this your sanity Wishing this - is a dream? And they haunt with joy Nothing around but noise In need to feel their pain In a brave new world Is this the poetry? Is this the danger you seek? Is this your sanity Wishing this - is a dream? Half a match, with gasoline eyes Wicked and divine Wicked and divine Half a match, with gasoline eyes Wicked and divine Wicked and divine (Leave her x3)