Utopia

I walk on roads as red as blood With bricks of greed and hate While men are going wrong and right Making their own fate But they don't know that death awaits No matter what they will They don't believe in hell, just heaven So they go on and kill They go on and kill They go on and kill They go on and kill And all into nothing And all into nothing And all into nothing Without mercy without a soul They make their path in blood They soon will have to swim through red For it becomes a flood But what is blood if not a price So small and so unnoticed They shed it with every little step And no one dares to protest No one dares to protest No one dares to protest And all into nothing And all into nothing And all into nothing We fight wars so we can keep fighting wars At home, at work, it's all one great big beautiful mess Countries make their bread by selling weapons Making death by baking life Those who rule are ruled by rule We little people go about our lives dreaming big dreams but taking little steps Thinking the world is too big for us little people to make a difference ...Is this our utopia? Is this our utopia? I see it all and fall and cry For I forsaw the future I too dared not to speak a word I let them go and butcher We grew like wild weeds in a field That god forgot to groom We took control and led ourselves to humanity's own doom Humanity's own doom And all into nothing And all into nothing And all into nothing