You are haunted by the turmoil of your lives
Walking circles, crossing lines
And at the searing of your souls, of this fury
Jumping hurdles just to abide

You are damning your soul with oblivion opinions
Nobody can hear you
Nobody can hear you
This is psychosis
This is psychosis
This is the juice on the palm of God

You are the ghosts of utopia
You're the conquered stars
The divided hearts
You are the ghosts of utopia
You're the miracle of the miracle

Every time you learn you don't regret
All your hurting, all your debt
'Cause the wife and kids won't help you to forget
The emergency of your secrets and your trap

You are damning your soul with oblivion opinions
Nobody can hear you
Nobody can hear you
This is psychosis
This is psychosis
This is the juice on the palm of God

You are the ghosts of utopia
You're the conquered stars
The divided hearts
You are the ghosts of utopia
You're the miracle of your miracle