We looked into the future In a visionary state, A psychoactive state. There's nothing in the future, It's up to us to make.
Utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia! Utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia! [ Lyrics from: ] We all know when we wake up That this is what all we get, This is what we get. Think fondly about life, But still think strongly about death.