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Captain America, are you off to fight the bad guys?
Hey, mighty Superman, can you save us from ourselves?
Hey, Mr. Universe, can you lift us up above this?
'Cause I'm just Iron Man, I'm a ghost within a shell
Take a look around
Just look around
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions
Why did they never mention what's real and in between?
It seems the path we're on was paved with blood and sorrow
No thought about tomorrow
Just part of the machine or so it seems
Yeah, so it seems
We're all living the dream
We're all living the dream
Hey there, Your Majesty, is there anyone above you?
It must be lonely when you're up there looking down
Hey, Lady Amnesty, there's no one that can judge you
We're all just broken toys beneath your crooked crown
Take a look around
Just look around
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions
Why did they never mention what's real and in between?
It seems the path we're on was paved with blood and sorrow
No thought about tomorrow
Just part of the machine or so it seems
Yeah, so it seems
We're all living the dream
Take a look around
Just look around
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions
Why did they never mention what's real and in between?
It seems the path we're on was paved with blood and sorrow
No thought about tomorrow
Just part of the machine or so it seems
Yeah, so it seems
We're all living the dream
We're all living the dream
We're all living the dream
Hey, mighty Superman, can you save us from ourselves?
Hey, Mr. Universe, can you lift us up above this?
'Cause I'm just Iron Man, I'm a ghost within a shell
Take a look around
Just look around
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions
Why did they never mention what's real and in between?
It seems the path we're on was paved with blood and sorrow
No thought about tomorrow
Just part of the machine or so it seems
Yeah, so it seems
We're all living the dream
We're all living the dream
Hey there, Your Majesty, is there anyone above you?
It must be lonely when you're up there looking down
Hey, Lady Amnesty, there's no one that can judge you
We're all just broken toys beneath your crooked crown
Take a look around
Just look around
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions
Why did they never mention what's real and in between?
It seems the path we're on was paved with blood and sorrow
No thought about tomorrow
Just part of the machine or so it seems
Yeah, so it seems
We're all living the dream
Take a look around
Just look around
They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions
Why did they never mention what's real and in between?
It seems the path we're on was paved with blood and sorrow
No thought about tomorrow
Just part of the machine or so it seems
Yeah, so it seems
We're all living the dream
We're all living the dream
We're all living the dream
Lyrics submitted by EternalTearsOfSorrow
Living the Dream Lyrics as written by Jason Hook Ivan Moody
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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The band's Hungarian born rhythm guitarist 'Zoltan Bathory' says this of the song; America is a beautiful idea that draws immigrants like myself from all over the world to the promised land of equality, life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. This idea is now under siege and certain events are starting to remind me of the things many of us came here to escape…It’s not a “left against right” problem but an evolutionary problem. The growing pains of a civilization that without the necessary spiritual enlightenment, arrived a bit early to a level of technology where everyone is connected. The good news is that now everyone has a voice. The bad news is that now everyone has a voice. So we are living in the manipulators’ paradise, where liars and hypocrites run unscathed, the news are just opinions, politics are a blood sport, and facts are determined by consensus instead of the truth. We as artists, however, have a unique opportunity to portray and ridicule the absurd to prevent it from becoming reality.