No warmth in the sun
A place where frost doesn't bite
Felled are the trees
Not a plant in sight
...
An ethos that could govern the world
Adhesive that can unite humanity
Shining from the tip of Africa
All can see, all can be
...
Utopia
No warmth in the sun
A place where frost doesn't bite
Felled are the trees
Not a plant in sight
Black is the sky
The stars no more shine
Black is the ground
Hard, barren, brine
No longer stand martyrs
No more men of true worth
Yet higher we climb
God gives us a wide berth
Vessels bulging with ichor
To gods we are transcended
We are the sovereigns
Life are the peasants
A vision so tranquil
A distorted reality
Gaea is dead
Industry roams free
Utopia, Utopia, Utopia
Paradiso materialized
inferno, inferno, Inferno
The Devil's domain is what we've human-ized