If tears purchase a better future, we'd be living in the ultimate utopia
What did the last century bring but sorrow and dead bodies piled high
My dreams have all been lost, deep in nightmare mode, hope buried
In this darkness, why should I sleep, if I know I can no longer dream
In the world of the present, technology is a god, the god of phobia
One future offers black clouds, doom, impenetrable to bright lights
Staring into a soot darkened sky, we shouldn't fear, nor be worried
For when our dead flesh is taken to the pyres, consumed fully
There our smoke is rising together, in the perfect confluence
As the ash falls, the Earth will be nourished, becoming green
