All the wars that I have waged
Fell apart at the seams
But the hope for absolution is buried in the past
‘Cause I can breathe it in the air
Way above the whispers
It’s the time of the season again
To aim high, cut deep, and run fast
Until I get somewhere
Brave new world
My ammunition is still the same
I’m not apologizing
Anymore
My ammunition
My ammunition
Every line across my face
Has been carved in too deep
I went around the sun and back too many times before
As I’m yearning deep within
For a new beginning
It’s the time of the season again
To aim high, cut deep, and run fast
Until I get somewhere
Brave new world
My ammunition is still the same
I’m not apologizing
Anymore
My ammunition
My ammunition
As I roam through the inside
I swear I’m never gonna stop ‘til I get to the core
Never gonna stop ‘cause it’s not like before
I’ll just aim high, cut deep, and run fast
Until I get somewhere
