Besedila: Beck. Modern Guilt. Modern Guilt.

I feel uptight
When I walk in the city
I feel so cold
When I'm at home

Feels like every thing's
Starting to hit me
I lost my bed
Ten minutes ago

Modern guilt
I'm staring at nothing
Modern guilt
I'm under lock and key

It's not what I have changed
Turning into convention
Don't know what I've done
But I feel ashamed

Standing outside
The glass room sidewalk
These people talk about
Impossible things

And I'm falling down
The conversations
Another palm beats in a
Human shield

Modern guilt
Is all in our hands
Modern guilt
Won't get me to bed

Say what you will
Smoking my cigarette
Don't know what I've done
But I feel afraid