utopia

our marching in step
eyes look fixed straight stared
they told us to perform our life
in that world they create
we are their soldiers
we are their childs
we are their property
forced to be blind
for our yearning inside
for our yearning inside

we are the hosts
of their plans and their thoughts
we are the future
of their longings and hopes
we are the perfected vision
of what they want to be
we were created
after their own appearancy
perfected likenesses
so pretty and cute
and wich colour our eyes should have
depends on their mood
all depends on their mood

we are an experiment
of their frightened minds
we are not more than a projekt
created by science
they gave their evulotion
a fantastic artifical jerk
and -disregarding our suffer-
can't you aggree that it works?
cause we are their guarantee
for their own immortality
sometimes I'm in doubt
that we're not what we are
but they say I just simply have
to lern to get on with this paranoia
live is really bizarre
in utopia
in utopia

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