Anxious stepsevery day through the halls oflearning
She's watchingevery corner,she'spraying fora warning
She's justa child ofeightyears old already scaredtodie
Andnoone's done afucking thingbutwatchthe bullets fly

Ournerves are cobwebbedwiththe dustof atrocity
The deadlydaily spectacleerodeshumanity
Jaded and desensitized, aspreadingapathy
Fast forgottenthoughtsandprayers for numbersona screen
(For numbersonascreen)

Anothermassacre, another day gone by
Isthisthe new abnormal?
Pursuingillusionsas we turn a blind eye
This is the new abnormal

Anguished steps through the ashes of a blackened plain
He used to walk the jungle there in perfect harmony
He's an old man of eighty years, last of a different world
Progress has wiped his people out, they never will return

Out of sight, out of our minds, four thousand miles away
Our willful ignorance will turn this home into a grave
The air is getting thinner, our lungs are set ablaze
We've consumed ourselves to death, catastrophe
(More numbers on a screen)

Another massacre, another day gone by
Is this the new abnormal?
Pursuing illusions as we turn a blind eye
This is the new abnormal

Slip so easily into dull indifference
When horror has been normalized, a cynical defense
But I can't sit there silently and watch it all go by
The strongest hearts will raise their voice against the murderous tide
(No!) No! It can't go on like this
Millions of voices echo in the darkness, screaming
No! (No!) I won't accept this
The faint of heart will fall in line but I will not submit

Another massacre, another day gone by
Is this the new abnormal?
Pursuing illusions as we turn a blind eye
This is the new abnormal

(More numbers on a screen)
Reject the new abnormal

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Writer(s): David Randall Blythe, John Campbell, Mark Morton, Will Adler