Frail utopia therapy, slowly is coming the abyss of nonsense It make you hurt - to wear the crown of shit, searching to (escape) Abyss of nonsense is right in front of us, what is here creeping on your mind? Frail utopia therapy, vomit of our souls fighting and screaming waiting to be blind There are days when, you feel abandoned, there are times where, everything loses meaning in our concrete cells, there is nothing we can do. We can only find ourselves, in our day one like the other this the therapy to go crazy, this the abuse for homologation can’t escape it at all, buried in the innermost ripping on every breath, whistle of madness flute Searching the ways I want to live Finding all days to be me Seeking on these ways I will need to fight My frail utopia We can only try to escape, break their expectation a single thought of freedom ,to destroy their prison we go rotting from inside, brain worm to be blinds all to save our souls, to break this mediatic bombing this the therapy to go crazy, this the abuse for homologation can’t escape it at all, buried in the innermost ripping on every breath, whistle of madness flute Frail utopia therapy, seeking to escape but no place to hide Frail utopia therapy, slowly is coming the abyss of nonsense Frail utopia therapy, vomit of our souls twisting to be blind Frail utopia therapy, what is here in creeping on your mind? Finding all ways I want to live Finding all days to be….. me Searching the way to break their chains The sun on the darkest night Searching the light on this void. Maybe utopia