It is a new age, we need a new face—a single human soul.
To be the spitting image of our cause.

“Two loud claps.”

The old won’t do, the revolution calls—we choose between lesser of evils in us all.
This is it for humankind.

“Two loud claps.”

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

For forever, we will be hunting;
hunting the goodness, the self-justified cause.

A face that can be plastered on top of humanity; because it can never be ours.

Do you think, we can explain ourselves?
If the end of days has a judge can you explain your heart?

“Two loud claps.”
Whether or not we are right or wrong, if we’re weak or strong;
could we hand in hand ever show the thoughts we have?

“Two loud claps.”

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

“Exhale”

Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.
Face me, face yourself.

For forever, we will be hunting;
hunting the goodness, the self-justified cause.

A face that can be plastered on top of humanity; because it can never be ours.

‘Cause it can never be ours,
‘cause it can never be ours.