Songtext von Dystopia

Leaders speak, from their hallowed halls They promise freedom, they lie Drums of war in the distance sound We're marching on to our decline Machines awake with dreams of their own (our vision blind) Their promises divine (we're seeking hope) They calculate, their eyes on the throne As they wait for us to fall Dystopia Dystopia Rivers black with the greed of men The lands are burning, all dead Feel the weight of the path we chose The future hanging by a thread Machines awake with powers untold (our vision blind) The dawning of a new age (we're seeking hope) They promise us a future of gold Every saviour can betray Dystopia Our vision blind Their promises divine We're seeking hope A future of gold Dystopia Dystopia