This strange new world is impossibly clean
As we spill from the monster’s mouth into its dream
Our hands wave hello to the passing parade
While we lie on our chairs and relax in the shade
The milkman comes by and the mailman, too
The banker, the grocer, and the paperboy blue
There’s no reason to wish for things we don’t hold
Or to think of the future, it’s already sold
We’ve already died
Between these lines
Will we ever learn
How many times do our hands have to burn
Once there were dragons, now there are wars
To keep us afraid of dying, behind locked doors
Ready to sell anything someone’s willing to buy
Our morals, our bodies, or the clear blue sky
This strange new world is always the same
But each day the highest bidder changes its name
Tomorrow it’s Apple the next day it’s Chase
While we stare at the stars falling from grace
From all the religions to which we cleave
But no one knows what they really believe
If you can’t gaze into the abyss all alone
They’re happy to hand you a lie to call home
We’ve already died
Between these lines
Will we ever learn
How many times do our hands have to burn
Once there were dragons, now there are wars
To keep us afraid of dying, behind locked doors
Ready to sell anything someone’s willing to buy
Our morals, our bodies, or the clear blue sky
There’s one thing that could save
Every last living soul
And though it may seem shallow
We’ve got to have our goals
If we could put a computer
In the hands of each boy and girl
It’s more important than food
In this strange new — This strange new world
credits
from Chris Rudolf,
released December 15, 2012
Music by Chris Rudolf
Lyrics by Brian Christopher