Rising after world war three
From the dark and from ashes soon
All of them are forcing me
So much colder than the moon
Long gone a father's will
Threatened and prozium fill
Heart, soul, with ice and kill
Disabled emotion, zeal
I've spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly cause you dread on my
Dreams
(Part of a poem by William Butler Yeats)

In this world of pain with nothing
To gain
The most evil chain just built to
Maintain
In this time with no, no way to
Return
In dystopia dystopia we burn!

Walking with empty gazes and frozen
Feelings to the soil
Just afflicted by this sterile maze
Libria's a profane place to toil

I've spread my dreams under your feet
Tread softly cause you tread on my
Dreams
(Part of a poem by William Butler Yeats)

Trembling into consecution
Reactive long-term doubtful fusion
Human racist evilution

In this world of pain with nothing
To gain
The most evil chain just built to
Maintain
In this time with no, no way to
Return
In dystopia dystopia we burn!

If it's just per mill that there's one to
Feel
In a world of concrete and steel
If there's just one day, we're failing
Each way
There's no answer for nothing to
Pray

Libriaa, My Shangri-la, nothing more
Hate and pain and war
Dreams are dead, the sky turns red
And solution in just vengeance
Instead
In this world of pain with nothing
To gain
The most evil chain just built to
Maintain
In this time with no, no way to
Return
In dystopia