Žodžiai dainai: Anew. The Death Of Youth. The Dance Floor Epidemic.

You can leave your heart at the side of the road
follow the scent of desperation
have you heard? virtue sold out
heartbreak comes and goes like the seasons
and integrity washed out with the tide
my proverbs are dime a dozen
but i think i make my point
for love's sake just save your heart
everyone can find true love
it's situated below the ground
thousands of miles away
your feet will bleed before it's found
everyday compassionate masquerades
for those who say they have the answer
take cover and find an honest lover
buying into everyone's fake love
it's all we've ever known