Modern World

In the shadows of the night come the friends of fantasy



Dancing forward toward the dawn, wrapped in coats of vanity



In the closets, in the home hang the toasts of days gone by



Breaking every haunted scheme, confusing thoughts with fantasy



This is the modern world



This is the modern world



This is the modern world



In the back rooms, where they wait, keeping time so patiently



Playing cards and casting lots sit the last of [Unverified]



In their confusion to deceive, they miss the point so handily



Filling every secret need, they succeed perfectly



This is the modern world



This is the modern world



This is the modern world