Arcadia

Ten more miles of hills cut with gasoline
They say from space this all looks like snow
The ground still burns and melts rubber souls
The cries you hear could be your own

Temptations to kill weigh more than stone
Let's take our pictures before these memories are gone
They're all in Arcadia

Your eyes are as grey as steel most of the time
And brighten right up in LCD lights
We're only close through waves of satellite
There's more to say when you're not flesh and blood

Temptations to kill weigh more than stone
Let's take our pictures before these memories are gone
And as you sit here wondering how this flesh could belie the mind
Sharp as knives
Free As Thieves
We are all young in Arcadia

Modern Man
In demand
He never slings his arrows straight
Take it down
Make it up
The future simply can't wait!
Modern Man won't stand
Modern Man won't stand