Look into a face of ademon That changes from day to day Nothing's as pure as good Except your will to stay Hear your voice, standing before you Just a child inside a man With a better view Can't remmeber but my name Brave new world a prison cell So confused, doin' alle the same Promised land has turned hell Some war their bruises on their skin Others hide their scars deep within Through all these years when you slow down Sometimes you need to walk alone Looking for something you call home!