• As we stand in eternal silence
    reflecting the many things people say
    Our world goes on corrupted
    and we lose sight of our own ways

    Well maybe there's another way
    To a Utopian paradise
    As we dream forgiving dreams
    of things we regretfully hide

    If we look onto the future
    holding on to the past
    We'll just fall from grace
    and we will be falling fast

    So lets get on out of here
    start moving before it's to late