Utopia - Distorted Harmony

I walk on roads as red as blood

With bricks of greed and hate

While men are going wrong and right

Making their own fate

But they don’t know that death awaits

No matter what they will

They don’t believe in hell, just heaven

So they go on and kill

They go on and kill

They go on and kill

They go on and kill

And all into nothing

And all into nothing

And all into nothing

Without mercy without a soul

They make their path in blood

They soon will have to swim through red

For it becomes a flood

But what is blood if not a price

So small and so unnoticed

They shed it with every little step

And no one dares to protest

No one dares to protest

No one dares to protest

And all into nothing

And all into nothing

And all into nothing

We fight wars so we can keep fighting wars

At home, at work, it’s all one great big beautiful mess

Countries make their bread by selling weapons

Making death by baking life

Those who rule are ruled by rule

We little people go about our lives dreaming big dreams but taking little steps

Thinking the world is too big for us little people to make a difference

…Is this our utopia?

Is this our utopia?

I see it all and fall and cry

For I forsaw the future

I too dared not to speak a word

I let them go and butcher

We grew like wild weeds in a field

That god forgot to groom

We took control and led ourselves to humanity’s own doom

Humanity’s own doom

And all into nothing

And all into nothing

And all into nothing