Utopia (For А Dead World)
Execution, death, vicious desire
Curved and insane, evident pain
Hope of salvation, impending torment
Uncertain reflection, unclear direction
Take me there - to the craving vacuum
In the blizzards I see - the sky is crushing me
Floodlight behind me intensely shine
Confounded nails breaking my spine
Stench of deadmeat drift in the dark
Deranged beasts, abnormal visions
Crippled idea for a dismal utopia
Total torment, cerebral atrophy
Mannered image of the human insanity
Wicked, stilly vice, superficial eyes
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