Chaplain - Utopia Lyrics

Hold my hand, cross the line
Guilty pleasure as you all begin to cry
A future bleak for the Mundane
Politicians rise and fall
Utopian dreams
The ones we made
Paradise of the damned
Utopian dreams
Full of sin
Paradise of the damned
A torturous solitude awaits
Lay down before the dreams you have made
Hollow eyes will stare you down
A black tooth grin sends your mind away
Utopian dreams
The ones we made
Paradise of the damned
Utopian dreams
Full of sin
Paradise of the damnation
Silent genocide
Blood on our hands
So were Feeding the sin
As the Angels descend
We're Building towers
To kill a pantheon
Utopian dreams
The ones we made
Paradise of the damned
Utopian dreams
So Full of sin
Paradise, paradise, paradise
Utopian dreams
The ones we made
Paradise of the damned