Here in this heart there is no feature
or good part, not one good hour
and not determine hugest lies
Lost in the past with no escape
No surprise that can excite
It hates emotion and sunlight to fall upon its shell
What could this thing be you say
Here we are inside the modern world
Here we are inside the modern world
Here where we breathe in quiet sleep,
there is no justice and belief
to something rare and solid
and I would like to criticize
and he would like to criticize
Here we are inside the modern world
Here we are inside the modern world
Here we are inside the modern world
Here we are inside the modern world More from The House of Love