New Propeller

There's a new propeller Churning up our days There's a whirlpool spinning Digging us our graves There's a growing menu Of brand new mistakes Same old ground I've always walked on Now they call it fake Don't be afraid You won't be replaced Don't be afraid You won't be erased There's a new day coming We don't know its name There's new methods brewing Some will be the same There's a growing feeling Going down the drain Same old ground I've always walked on There's always new pain Don't be afraid You won't be replaced Don't be afraid You won't be erased There's a brand new flavor Acidic in its taste There's a brand new picture Colors gone to waste There's a growing feeling Nobody is chaste Same old ground I've always walked on Sliding in the lake You felt a bright white light You gave it a name and you set a price OK, there may be a god And they love you with all their heart But there's no place underground There is no devil hound We're alone, but you are the door prize Watch it go, it's a lovely twilight We're alone, but you are the door prize Watch it go, it's a lovely twilight