Dreams are dead when you speak In my head they exist I am nothing put me down Usual wickness all around Should I stand to see That dreams are dead for me, That it's still bleeding from inside? Should I stand to see That dreams are dead for me, That it's still bleeding from inside? I am nothing when you speak, And my head can't resist Make it die and subsist It's a lie that exist Should I stand to see That dreams are dead for me, That it's still bleeding from inside? Should I stand to see That dreams are dead for me, That it's still bleeding from inside? Be the worst, not the best Dreams of dust, not expressed I am nothing put me down It's a lie that exist Should I stand to see That dreams are dead for me, That it's still bleeding from inside? Should I stand to see That dreams are dead for me, That it's still bleeding from inside? Should I stand to see That dreams are dead for me, That it's still bleeding from inside? Should I stand to see That dreams are dead for me, That it's still bleeding from inside?