We express the same things but with different words
We acknowledge the same curve and those might-have-heards
Just like the last line you draw to remind of past-time
A fast-winded feeling of freedom pleased to be recognized
And I can hear your doctors calling from here, there saying:
Killed by his independecy and achilles-heel
Cus' he armed himself with stealthy mass-appeal
Wheres my muse, wheres my muse
It feels like every word slipping through my mouth has been used
Staggered like the old man feeding the dirt
With my glass eye reflecting half the things that I've learned
A windowless frame in a transparent room
Flilling up cracks with plastic assumes
Shapeshift
A nuance
A venue
Dont stop dreaming cuz this ain't over
Wreck up your life, until you get sober
Dont stop dreaming cuz this ain't over
My friend
Dont stop dreaming cuz this ain't over
Wreck up your life, until you get sober
Dont stop dreaming cuz this ain't over
My friend
I wrestle myself as I walk along the weary-
Motely watching I find myself staring
Building up an empire, of my great desire
While the fumes from my thought process take me higher
Higher and higher, I ain't stoppin there
My avalanche of color starts over there
And Ive got the solitary key to go through
Grey and delicious
The traps can be so vicious
Prepare for the ultimate takedown
Part time experience
Might save you from deliverance
But will it serve the greater cause?
Dont stop dreaming cuz this ain't over
Break up your life, until you get sober
Dont stop dreaming cuz this ain't over
My friend