Modern World Songtext

No one seems to know if they're fightin' or they're dyin', living just to be lying. A false reality wrapped up in anxiety, and the whores of babylon are threatening to be unleashed. The love in the world has been denied and then destroyed, empty and devoid. A wicked crucifix is your quick fix to hide from your problems and convert the derelicts. Bow down and get crowned. It fits on your head upside down. You know the storms coming because its written on the wall (Your name upside down). The rain won't stop 'til we all drown. You're cursed. Cursed, Cursed, Cursed, Cursed