Desolatemple sits
High on a pedestal
Exalting a royal subjective
Postulate piety
Me myself idolatry

Hallowed be my name
From womb to tomb
The placenta of attention
Depravity begotten not made

Immaculate presumption
The world revolves around
Random points of reference
A pontificate pilot

In a short retort
His theory of relatives
While freedom chooses
Autonomy deludes
Absolute power corroborates

My utopia, my utopia
My utopia, my utopia

Demagogues dialogues
Talking in tongue tied
Get lost in the translation
Independence declared

Mores not shared
Diatribal lines drawn
Rational eludes
Dichotomy pursued
No stone left unturned

My utopia, my utopia
My utopia, my utopia
Make love not war
Sounds so absurd

My utopia, my utopia
My utopia, my utopia