New Low

Don't you know that the fault's your own even if it's

So unfair that, it's not your fault that you're born this way

Now you live covered up by the guilt you have to give

Four fingers are pointing back

And I will break them all

Get all your reasons 'cause we're here to take them away

The child of 24

We're here to tell you that you can feed on us no more, so just let go

Before you reach a new low

So you attack the logic that the whole world will supply