Dystopian Waltz

I dreamt of a time when the skies were so blue
People lived with peace and prosperity too
But the cowboys with their hand grenades launched the attack
We lost all our freedoms, we longed for them back

Breathe in the smoke
Cowboys make dreams come true
Phantoms burned brightly for the dystopian waltz
Sunlight is past
Lost are the visions of no destruction
Just nightmarish scenes

They shoot their missiles and wear cowboy boots
Make promises and tell lies
Peace from destruction, war makes us safe
Tell all of your children "Don't hit, tell the truth."
But the cowboys in their golden rooms break all the rules
They preach all their gospels and hide all their truths

Breathe in the smoke
Cowboys make dreams come true
Phantoms burned brightly for the dystopian waltz
Sunlight is past
Lost are the visions of no destruction
Just nightmarish scenes
Breathe in the smoke
Cowboys make dreams come true
Phantoms burned brightly for the dystopian waltz

The dystopian waltz
The dystopian waltz