Lyrics Dystopian Fiction - Aviators

Dystopian Fiction

Take out all the bad in the world
What’s left in it?
Where’s the next gleaming hope
Indefinite
I would like to take a stand but not alone
Gave you what I had to give
And it’s not enough
I need a shred of purpose
When living gets rough
I need a place unbroken to call my home
Dark times
Of our war crimes
When the bombs we build come back down through the roof
We are live wires
In the crossfire
And the pages of our lives aren’t bulletproof
I’m a dead man
In the wasteland
I’m a soldier fighting for superstition
Under search lights
In the long nights
We’ve been written like dystopian fiction