Modern Dismay

In this age of archaic virtue
And stories of old
Which hold no value
The scope of the future unknown
To deniers of the past

Douse the flames, pull your
Charred skull out
From the burning coals
Scorched soul

Surely this disparity
Between the righteous and the damned
Was his to oversee
A contrary possession of might
The scope of the future unknown
To deniers of the past

We set our sights
For the new world
Standing at the threshold
Of the precipice
Watch as we tumble down

The concept of humanity
Is supple and ripe
While you sharpen your shining teeth
This decrepit self-deception

Fret the darkest shadow before your eyes,
But it's cast by your own light

Douse the flames, pull your
Charred skull out
From the burning coals
Scorched soul

We set our sights
For the new world
Standing at the threshold
Of the precipice
Watch as we tumble down