DYSTOPIA

Are we lost in the night

In a world lit just by gaslight?

We pretend that we can't feel (The spiral)

Growing into something real (Arrival)

If we're in a simulation

This could be an indication

Maybe they should turn it off and

Turn it back on again (Prepare for the end)

Three, two, one, oh

Batten down the fucking hatches

This is what you get when you still play with matches

Now we go back to sticks, back to stones

'Cause the words broke our bones, and we're

Right back to the same old habits

Too bad, we almost had it

Dystopia

Dystopia

Abandon mission

They've jammed the system

We've done all we can

It's a brain-dead wasteland

We don't need your education

We just need more stimulation

Fuel for our obliteration

Setting it all aglow

It's gonna blow

Batten down the fucking hatches

This is what you get when you still play with matches

Now we go back to sticks, back to stones

'Cause the words broke our bones, and we're

Right back to the same old habits

Too bad, we almost had it

Lock your windows, close your doors and hide

Something wicked has got inside

Post-dramatic trauma addict high

We're the victims of our device

Lock your windows, close your doors and hide

Something wicked has got inside

Batten down the fucking hatches

This is what you get when you still play with matches

Back to sticks, back to stones

'Cause the words broke our bones, and we're

Right back to the same old habits

Too bad, we almost had it

Batten down the fucking hatches

This is what you get when you still play with matches

Now we go back to sticks, back to stones

'Cause the words broke our bones, and we're

Right back to the same old habits

Too bad, we almost had it

Batten down the fucking hatches

This is what you get when you still play with matches

Back to sticks, back to stones

'Cause the words broke our bones, and we're

Right back to the same old habits

Too bad, we almost had it

Too bad, we almost had it

Too bad, we almost had it