Architects of Utopia by Resonant Arc

A Song of America’s Dream, Struggle, and the Fine Line Between Heaven and Control

Release Date: June 20, 2025

Album: The Awakening Vol 1

(Verse 1)
They came with dreams of sacred flame,
To build a world in freedom’s name.
A city bright upon a hill,
Where truth could live and hearts be still.

They carved from stone, they fought, they prayed,
They bled to see a new world made.
With every brick, a vow was cast—
To break from kings and free the past.

(Chorus)
O Architects of Utopia, rise and see the line—
Between the light of liberty and towers of design.
Where dreams can lift or chains can bind,
And truth can liberate or blind.
The price of heaven here below,
Is not to rule—but let it grow.
Utopia is born in fire—
But must be forged in holy wire.

(Verse 2)
The Dream was sown in fertile ground,
Where justice, faith, and hope were found.
But time reveals what dreams can hide—
When power speaks and hearts divide.

For every torch that lights the way,
Another tempts the soul to stray.
From merit’s promise to paper thrones,
The land forgets what it once owned.

(Bridge 1 – Reflective)
We’ve seen the cracks, we’ve watched them spread,
Where tyrants rise in words instead.
Where comfort kills and screens deceive,
And freedom wears a fragile sleeve.

The Truman domes, the Matrix halls,
The silent watchers in the walls—
They promise peace, they sell control,
And steal the birthright of the soul.

(Chorus)
O Architects of Utopia, beware the mirrored glass—
Where perfect worlds enslave at last.
The dream must walk in truth, not pride,
Or light will burn from deep inside.
Let vision lead, but never bind—
A nation must be just and kind.
Freedom is not found in schemes—
But guarded in the space of dreams.

(Verse 3)
Still some arise with hearts aglow,
To plant what true reformers know.
From sacred law to village green,
To digital lands yet to be seen.

They speak of harmony with will,
Of rights that rise and grace that fills.
Their tools are faith, not just reform—
They build not systems, but a storm.

(Bridge 2 – Soaring)
Not every hand that dreams of good,
Should force the world as if it could.
For liberty requires breath—
And false utopias bring death.

Let every soul discern the tale—
When heaven comes with silent veil.
When good intentions wear a crown—
That pushes sacred people down.

(Final Chorus – Triumphant and Clear)
O Architects of Utopia, your charge is not control—
But to protect the living soul.
Let every plan be checked by grace,
Let freedom guide and truth embrace.
Let justice rule, let hearts be wise—
For even dreams can wear disguise.
The American dream will still remain—
If built with honor, not with chains.

(Outro – Whispered like a sacred warning)
Utopia, the promised land…
Or tyranny with a velvet hand?
Discern the light. Guard the flame.
Lest heaven’s call become man’s game.