T'was the dawn of the day
And capitalism Was about to die
T'was the dawn of a new age
And the Lotus bloomed again, and from it's midst
A utopia came, that was not the same
As those before
And to come again
But them and we
We cannot see
This utopia, with eyes so desecrated
And on the left wing of justice we fly
To a utopia we shall not pass by
And with faces of pure elation
Should we not hold commisseration?
For in our hearts we know we must fight