The fortune read,   "Welcome to the world of tomorrow!"   In this modern life we feed on fear   There's no 'faith' left that can save you   Because there's no one left who believes   They are marketing schemes in your dreams   And bending units for your every needs   This is our doing   We've created this mess   Yet we are so quick to judge   And make labels   For everything   That's strange to us   Frozen for a thousand years   "Welcome home"   We will sigh at the sight   Of what used to be   a familiar night   Where are we?   Do you like what you see?   Could you have ever believed   That we would save the heads of every celebrity?