The new modern times
Your hands the shade of a dog
Invisible on scissors of god
Holding a thread of odd
Nurture an evil kind of bud
The flower of the times
The fruit the seeds of lust
The new modern times
In a cornor dark and damp
Who is behind the lamp
Trying to seek some hopes
Trying to understand
The new modern modern times
Join me and open your eyes
Take a look at the stem and leaves
Take a look at the seeds
Marching on the drums