Modern Vision

Allow without the need of iron hands

My head ejects the final memories

You ought to be announced in history

Mixdown, transport the light that indicates



Conduct, erase the years that have injured you

New cut, new start, the final court is near

You ought to be amazed and always here

Crackdown, resist the lightning within you



Confused without the use of any words

Make up, shut down the clearance to your head

You want to be a part of I and me

Lock down, close up the access to the rest



Take me home

The burden's taking way too much from

Years ago

Heading for a distant kind of



Take me home

A modern vision, timeless common

Years ago

Heading for a distant kind of