Baptized by noise
Inundated by the endless
Images and ideologies
Noises, sounds and self-help theologies
All conveying the same few words
That I am incomplete without new
That I am discontent with the used
And used is what I am.
Baptized by noise
Inundated by the endless
Ticking and tocking
Clicking, clacking and clocking
Politicking for a little more time
All conveying the same thought crime
That there's still so much left to do
That I might see something new
And I'm too young (too dumb) to die.
A sunrise where everything stopped
But here in the stillness
The warped message is dropped
And re-emerges as true.
That I am incomplete without new
That I am incomplete without You
That hope is here, there's nothing to fear
And I can never be the same again.
