In this utopia of desolation

Bleak metropolis of perfection

Acceptance is of exploration,

There is freedom in isolation.

Souls in expedition

Rebellion is expression

Born and raised in oppression

To exhibit destinction

Letting numbers be limitations.

Moving forward with no destination

Living in pretension

No purpose, no determination

To be other than someone's imitation.

We can do more than destruction

This is not only an imagination

There is future in ambition

Hope builds inspiration.

This is not a delusion

Break free from inhibitions

There are no restrictions

To create your own destination.