Paroles de Utopia Fragmented

Ideas and thoughts, in open range Control the facts, rewrite the page Fix the miracles Streets become veins Filled with blood unclean What's gonna give, this race What's gonna give, this race I-exist-through-their-pace The beacon's light Shreds the word, in darkened parts Pull the leash Accelerate your dogma What's gonna give, this race What's gonna give, this race I-exist-through-their-pace To steal the last breath, we are free after all To step on bodies, we are free after all (We are free after all... We are free...) Waves of silence, drowned empires Words of heroes, enclosed in zeros Skinwrapped soul, turns gold to coal Taste illusion in your hate To steal the last breath, we are free after all To step on bodies, we are free after all (We are free after all... We are free...)