Our Inorganic World,
Was able to follow a period that shined
It has deserts that are now lagoons
And it left a world of flourishing creatures
This decayed Metropolis
Feels in no way nimble
The outcome which you wished for
Overflowing in Ashes, this is what you call a Utopia?
Get everything you want in your grasps
Give everything you want, without holding back
Lurk in your unconscious state of mind
And live your life through a voice you can't see
All those stories you don't desire
Will you bring them all to an end?
Make certain of them all
That shine that you really wanted
Get everything you want, in your grasps
Give everything you want, without holding back
In the radiance of the city that never sleeps
Our instincts were all taken away from us
Our Inorganic World,
Was able to follow a period that shined
It has deserts that are now lagoons
And it left a world of flourishing creatures