Dying Undead - The Grand Scheme of Our Fantasy Lyrics

My mind's multiverse
A gift or a curse
Freedom to be where I will
Never to be real
When enlightened minds
See a world this gray
They do not bow down
To become its prey

In the grand scheme
Of our fantasy
Lies the core
Of reality

Sheep tend to the earth
We tend to our minds
Realize this and find
How we've been so blind
This world
Is ours to
Create
And control

In the grand scheme
Of our fantasy
Lies the core
Of reality
Excavate it
Let it permeate
Let perfection
Inhabit you In my utopia
There are no ties that bind
No obligations
Clogging up your mind
Every thought will be free
Every move shall be clear
Every strike must be true
If we're to be revered
On metal legs we stand
'Neath metal feet we crush
With metal minds we time
The perfect anvil rush

Rise from your slumber
Unborn, reborn
And purified
Empire
Revolution spread
Evolution
Reached its peak
In our minds
To no end we grant
Newfound subjects
Modulations
Upgrades
Now they strike us back
With our own fire
Rise and fall
Empire