T'was the dawn of the day...   And capitalism... Was about to die.  T'was the dawn... of a new age.  And the Lotus bloomed again, and from it's midst...   A utopia came, that was not the same  As those before  And to come again  But them and we  We cannot see  This utopia, with eyes so desecrated  And on the left wing of justice we fly  To a utopia we shall not pass by  And with faces of pure elation  Should we not hold commisseration?   For in our hearts we know we must fight.