Discovered you're at all just hypocrites    There's nothing left to learn, there's nothing left to yearn    Ever just the very same refuse    There's nothing left to hurt, there's nothing left to turn    (Behind my eyes I’m nearly blind)      So call me an unnecessary fault    In your brave new world    Bereaved of faith      What (are) you waiting for    You stare me down with your frowns    Who starts the final round?    What if you lied?   When every scar’s vainly drawn    Until the dust remains ...      So call me beneath yourselves and misplaced    In your brave new world    Bereaved of faith