Utopiae from Constant Crisis by Gregory Frost & Faction

The 21st was our last, hit a wall then bounced back.
after our great fall, time means nothing at all
Know where we are, Nowhere we are
No. Where are we? Utopiae

These clothes passed to me.
I hand them down to thee
These tools our legacy
Solid memories

Everything we know, Everything we grow
primitive technology, Utopiae

No Electronica, No Exotica
No traveling to space.
Our finality won, We are finally one
No distinctions of race

The elders know the secrets they die they won't reveal them
They whisper know the limits Never to exceed them
They Bury the truth, They Bury the truth
No use for the truth
Utopia / dig the roots / find the fruits / bury the truth / Utopia

It can't be undone x3
Utopiae / dig the roots / find the fruits / bury the truth / Utopia

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