Lyrics My New Time - Autumn

My New Time

I hate it here
Pillow of shame, blanket of lies
Warms the primitive
I hate it here
In this new year, with the sun
New in my skies
Broken glass on corroded brass
It tells a time
A new time, gentlemen
Blinding glance, raise my glass
To my new time
I’m naked here
I’m in the blind, in blinding cold
Not a shiver
Moves the primitive
I hate it here
In this new year, with the sun
New in my skies
Dead weight on my shoulders, sir
A mule of circumstance
Am I this blind?
Can I not see this?
Am I blinded into seeing
Nothing real?
Cry in your pillows
Swallow that pride
Keep your blankets
For these colder nights
In the new year
My new year
My new time, gentlemen