Building up a bullshit scene Wading through this stagnant stream Mannequins still claiming to believe Fleece and vacate fossilised Parallels now polarised The record's been forever falsified Sainted snakes still saving face Ancient cadence keeps the pace Revolution wasted in the wake All in vain The movement's turned up missing Every word spoken of change Defeated by our actions And with every step we take We take with us a purpose We are slowly, surely picking up the pieces Lost faith Killed everything you've made In simple things Somewhere along the way ♪ Goose stepping through a dead routine Goose stepping through a dead routine Goose stepping through a dead routine Lost faith