New order, like you want it I'm back make me go forward.
When I lash out I leave corpses on the ground I turn holy.
Have no style but stay molded like a fire that gets colder.
It's that pride saying I'm no one, It's alive and It's growing.
Like a child raised by soldiers. It's their minds and they go oh no.
Faking smiles in their photos' spin that guile like you're grown-up.
Always beside you're not alone yet, make that climb these lines might hold ya.