Brave new dawn
for the broken minds
who search for shelter
within gods

and the same gods
who could not be seen
until the last ray of sanity
was destroyed

they crawl under you sheets
making you recreate the tragedy
of tonight
of tonight

I can see you in this darkness
I can see you in your dress
I can see through your mirrors
but it will not make you confess

You ask to save you
from your own ways
You ask to save you
from your own ways

The saints of today
are the whores of tomorrow