Don’t you feel gratified
In the safety of your thoughts
Utopia exists
As a mode of escapism
What was is now what is
And what will always be us

Divided we stand
Independently falling
In unison
A nation destroyed
By its own people

Give them drugs
To ease the pain
Give them love
To numb the pain
Revolution
To fulfill the fallacy of nirvana
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