In a city called Isotopia
lived a race of people
with no care in their souls
Faces of hatred
their spirits ice cold
In a world ruled by
his or hers, mines
all mines alone
No love for donation,
lifeless worried bones
Love don’t support this race people
which leaves no balance
no hold
Number one rule
fend for your own
In a world called Isotopia
With little warmth of care
little light shown
The sky cries
the wind whispers sad songs
Swollen feet from long walks of hope
many hopeless nights of something
nightmares of becoming nothing
Screams and broken dreams
happy faces tell lies
look deep into those smiles
they’re really frowns
I have faith
that’s why my feet are swollen
but firmly planted down
That’s my light!
it lights the whole town
In a city called Isotopia
No sunshine bursting light
no gold at the end of this rainbow
just old visions of the past (you know)
those shouldn’t and should haves
Street metals of no value
war stories that cost everything
In a city called Isotopia
