Utopia

Can't fathom the weight of this scheme
That carelessly destroyed
And the pile of right
Along with those parasitic words
Fired into the pitch-black, hellish dark
I almost hit pause here
But this ain't no movie

Since the dawn of time, the peace of the Gods
Has been completely impossible
A tasty piece traded for a piece of the soul
I’ve come to see: Someone's true
While someone else is just faking it, but can't handle it
If your thoughts are pure, then prove it

What kind of people are these?
I swear, if I let you
You’d burn me at the stake
But I’ll keep living
And once again rejoice in the snowfall
Only waiting for good news from you

In a God-forsaken metropolis
I was breaking down people stuffed with stereotypes
I was carefully messing with your self-destruction
What do you need my questionable vibe for?
Translation, translation

Time was running away, I was ahead of it
Without looking, I’ll set things straight
Wondering if it’s too much
My wonderful utopia of a naive dreamer
Like I’m Bob, like I’m Bob

Sunrise breaks through the window
I’m the man, our people are together
This lifestyle is all predetermined
My beat, my block, my everything

Time’s running out (time’s running out)
Beloved, god bless (beloved, god bless)
We give all we have (we give all we have)
It’s our honor (it’s our honor)

Reaching for the sun (reaching for the sun)
To the yellow stranger (to the yellow stranger)
There, people are flying (there, people are flying)
No one will forget you (no one will forget you)

Little bright lights, and I’m zoned out
Stars are shining in front of us, look
Let off some steam, wanna let out some smoke
Our tears are water, our days are a movie

Evil is karma, don’t come visiting
Rain outside, autumn all year round
Day after day (day after day)
Utopia and me (utopia and me)

In a God-forsaken metropolis
I was breaking down people stuffed with stereotypes
I was carefully messing with your self-destruction
What do you need my questionable vibe for?
Translation, translation

Time was running away, I was ahead of it
Without looking, I’ll set things straight
Wondering if it’s too much
My wonderful utopia of a naive dreamer
Like I’m Bob, like I’m Bob