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

Okay, 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