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