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
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
Utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia
Utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia
A higher source is calling
And you don't have to commit
You don't have to submit
The future works upon us
As we all work upon it
Utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia
Utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia, utopia