Текст песни You will live black utopia

When you raise your head, can you smell the roses burning? In the garden we suffer When you close your eyes, can you hear the angels shrieking? In the garden we suffer When you lie asleep, can you feel the scalpels spiraling? In the garden we suffer, but remember that we were never forced there Together, hand in hand, head by head, the procession of fools Icon of fatalism Rite of the damned One more rhythm from the owl's heart before we all die When you follow the center path, you will live black utopia