In This Modern Land
I've dislocated
Dissociated
As I follow backwards
Through the havoc
I fell into the mud
Forgot my name
From where I'd come
In this modern land
I cannot pretend
To believe a word you say
In this modern land
I've doubted everything
Since I cut myself away
I tell myself
That I had so much to give
But bitter in my haste
I followed mindless thieves
Took a narrow path
And forced my way
To no relief
In this modern land
I cannot pretend
To believe a word you say
In this modern land
I've doubted everything
Since I cut myself away
But I
I saw reflections of a conscience in collapse
A hollow man who lacked the will
To tread a minute on the edge of his abyss
To look beyond his dirty hands
Into the river that soaks the mud in which he stands
Into the flood of others' fields
Oh this distortion of my sight lets me deflect
Reflections of my years
In which I should have seen a conscience in collapse
In this modern land
I cannot pretend
To believe a word you say
In this modern land
I've doubted everything
Since I cut myself away
But I
I saw reflections of a conscience in collapse
A hollow man who lacked the will
To tread a minute on the edge of hit abyss
To look beyond his dirty hands
Into the river that soaks the mud in which he stands
Into the flood of others' fields
I should have recognised a conscience in collapse
A hollow man who lacked the will
Dissociated
As I follow backwards
Through the havoc
I fell into the mud
Forgot my name
From where I'd come
In this modern land
I cannot pretend
To believe a word you say
In this modern land
I've doubted everything
Since I cut myself away
I tell myself
That I had so much to give
But bitter in my haste
I followed mindless thieves
Took a narrow path
And forced my way
To no relief
In this modern land
I cannot pretend
To believe a word you say
In this modern land
I've doubted everything
Since I cut myself away
But I
I saw reflections of a conscience in collapse
A hollow man who lacked the will
To tread a minute on the edge of his abyss
To look beyond his dirty hands
Into the river that soaks the mud in which he stands
Into the flood of others' fields
Oh this distortion of my sight lets me deflect
Reflections of my years
In which I should have seen a conscience in collapse
In this modern land
I cannot pretend
To believe a word you say
In this modern land
I've doubted everything
Since I cut myself away
But I
I saw reflections of a conscience in collapse
A hollow man who lacked the will
To tread a minute on the edge of hit abyss
To look beyond his dirty hands
Into the river that soaks the mud in which he stands
Into the flood of others' fields
I should have recognised a conscience in collapse
A hollow man who lacked the will
Credits
Writer(s): Lee Owen Armstrong, John Hilaire Bourke, Samuel Mischa Mullaly, Jeremy Edward Sonnenberg
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