Outside your 'scene,' you don't impress
You bring back dead things long put to rest

We've reached new lows
We've reached new lows
We've reached new lows
We've reached new lows
Stuck in your pose

So sure, so pure, so full of worth
Inspired by ice, grass, snow and dirt

We've reached new lows
We've reached new lows
We've reached new lows
We've reached new lows
While you still pose

All the same
You're all posed
All the same
But then it all comes in a rush
Out of sight, out of mind and out of touch
We've reached new lows
We've reached new lows
We've reached new lows
We've reached new lows
We've reached new lows
Stuck in your pose

This time the well has gone too dry
This time it's gone.