Dystopia Songtext
von Simone Simons feat. Ayreon

Leaders speak from their hollowed hearts
They promise freedom, they lie
Drums of war in the distant sound
We′re marching on towards decline
Machines awake with dreams of their own
Their vision white, their promises divine
They're seeking home
They calculate, their eyes on the throne
As they wait for us to fall
Desto pera
Desto pera
Rivers black with the greed of man
The lands are burning, all damned
Feel the weight of the path we chose The future hanging by a thread
Machines awake with powers untold
Their vision white, the dawning of a new age
They′re seeking home
They promise us a future of gold
Every savior can be tried
Desto pera
Their vision white
Their promises divine
They're seeking home
A future of gold
Desto pera
Desto pera