Their values in vogue
The guardians of their tower
Think the impossible above all
Burn our gilded prisons
Dare utopia to the end
Only the mad have moved us forward
Censorship for bodies
Our minds they wring out
In the name of straitjackets
Think the impossible above all
Burn our gilded prisons
Dare utopia to the end
Only the mad have moved us forward
They promised us easy days
They allowed us docile lives
Without gentle madness, without poetry
Boredom over endless nights
Turned us into merry puppets
Think the impossible above all
Burn our gilded prisons
Dare utopia to the end
Only the mad have moved us forward
Dare utopia to the end
Only the mad have moved us forward