Twenty-first Centrury Man

What are the fears that you hide,
Twenty first century man, inside?
King of a cruel new world
Leading the way as our ages guide

Your's is a bright, silvery day
Your's is the voice that we march in time to
Reason has grown so passé
Look to the future we left behind

And all that we tried
Has burned before our eyes
You can't understand just what we've planned
Twenty-first Century Man

Think of the home that we had
Twenty first century man, it's sad
Thought we had learned from our mistakes
But you were the best that we could make

The fear that you hide
Behind the bell of lies
Is older, my friend, than you and I
Pass it down the line

Pass it down the line
Pass it down the line