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