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