| Rising after world war three
|
| From the dark and from ashes soon
|
| All of them are forcing me
|
| So much colder than the moon
|
| Long gone a father’s will
|
| Threatened and prozium fill
|
| Heart, soul, with ice and kill
|
| Disabled emotion, zeal
|
| I’ve spread my dreams under your feet
|
| Tread softly cause you tread on my dreams
|
| In this world of pain with nothing to gain
|
| The most evil chain just built to maintain
|
| In this time with no, no way to return
|
| In dystopia dystopia we burn!
|
| Walking with empty gazes and frozen feelings to the soil
|
| Just afflicted by this sterile maze
|
| Libria’s a profane place to toil
|
| I’ve spread my dreams under your feet
|
| Tread softly cause you tread on my dreams
|
| Trembling into consecution
|
| Reactive long-term doubtful fusion
|
| Human racist evolution
|
| In this world of pain with nothing to gain
|
| The most evil chain just built to maintain
|
| In this time with no, no way to return
|
| In dystopia dystopia we burn!
|
| If it’s just per mill that there’s one to feel
|
| In a world of concrete and steel
|
| If there’s just one day, we’re failing each way
|
| There’s no answer for nothing to pray
|
| Libriaaa, my Shangri-la, nothing more
|
| Hate and pain and war
|
| Dreams are dead, the sky turns red
|
| And solution is just vengeance instead…
|
| In this world of pain with nothing to gain
|
| The most evil chain is just built to maintain
|
| In this time with no, no way to return
|
| In dystopia |