Let's sleepwalk through
Utopia
And tweak where to go
In my head there's a garden
With burning hands and dried up words
The snakelike hands scratch to see you die
Your Goddess of hay
Are leaving us with dysfunctional laws
The giant wave sought us out
But misguided took out the wrong layer
Your Goddess of hay
Burn
As the abstract logic
Finally let us go
My Head is a garden
Where emperors grow