Riders to Utopia

All the parables in a universe of flaws
Reveal the truth in tiny little drops
On the winding pass to clarity
Riders convene to argue their deceit

Riders to utopia

All the lines on their journey contort
Never converge to form a whole
The snakes in paradise
The riders seek the tree
Through pain and suffering
The human mind is free

Riders to utopia

They were just courting madness
While riding to utopia
Like ghosts in passing
The devil in euphoria