Dystopian Fiction

Take out all the bad in the world
What's left in it?
Where's the next gleaming hope
Indefinite
I would like to take a stand but not alone
Gave you what I had give
And it's not enough
I need a shred of purpose
When living gets rough
I need a place unbroken to call my home.

Dark times
Of our war crimes
When the bombs we build come back down through the roof
We are live wires
In the crossfire
And the pages of our lives aren't bulletproof
I'm a dead man
In the wasteland
I'm a soldier fighting for superstition
Under search lights
In the long nights
We've been written like dystopian fiction.

Love exists in pain even in
Our tragedy
When the world spins
And we lose our gravity
Nobody can shoot me down, not just yet
Voices of the crowd
We're screaming into the rain
When those above us
Have long gone insane
Give me the strength I need to forget.

I don't want to look back now
But I can't find the way out
So I won't do it on my own
We are stronger now as one
We will never have to run
Or face the world alone.