Curse of a Modern Age by Method Cell Lyrics

I can sense that desperation’s near
You’re beside yourself
But you’re pretty dressed in shame
And the pinnacle of fear
Is a little help
In this wasteland of grey

We’re just the curse of a modern age
A new solution that marks a change
Trying hard to capture
The way you’re going to live in rapture
We’re just the poison for modern times
A novel symptom of being alive
Try for еver to delay
Destiny’s dеcay

Emotions seem to pass
A fleeting glimpse
A face you used to know
But in amongst the mass
And their static lips
Confidence grows
It’s as delicate as glass
You’ll cut yourself
As it crumbles apart
And if we’re to be the last
We’ll find ourselves
Clinging to god