Frail Utopia Lyrics

Frail utopia therapy, slowly is coming the abyss of nonsense
It make you hurt - to wear the crown of shit, searching to (escape)
Abyss of nonsense is right in front of us, what is here creeping on your mind?
Frail utopia therapy, vomit of our souls fighting and screaming waiting to be blind
There are days when, you feel abandoned, there are times where, everything loses meaning in our concrete cells, there is nothing we can do. We can only find ourselves, in our day one like the other
this the therapy to go crazy, this the abuse for homologation
can't escape it at all, buried in the innermost
ripping on every breath, whistle of madness flute

Searching the ways I want to live
Finding all days to be me
Seeking on these ways I will need to fight
My frail utopia

We can only try to escape, break their expectation
a single thought of freedom ,to destroy their prison
we go rotting from inside, brain worm to be blinds
all to save our souls, to break this mediatic bombing
this the therapy to go crazy, this the abuse for homologation
can't escape it at all, buried in the innermost
ripping on every breath, whistle of madness flute

Frail utopia therapy, seeking to escape but no place to hide
Frail utopia therapy, slowly is coming the abyss of nonsense
Frail utopia therapy, vomit of our souls twisting to be blind
Frail utopia therapy, what is here in creeping on your mind?

Finding all ways I want to live
Finding all days to be..... me
Searching the way to break their chains
The sun on the darkest night
Searching the light on this void. Maybe utopia