Stop (Blue Mix) by Ghost K 

We express the same things but with different words 
We acknowledge the same curve and those might-have-heareds 

Just like the last line you draw to remind of past-time 
fast-winded feeling of freedom pleased to be recognized 

And i can hear your doctors calling from here, saying: 
Killed by his independecy and akilles-heel 
Cuz 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 

Staggering like the old man feeding the dirt 
With my glass eye reflecting all the things that iv learned 

windowless frame in a transparent room 
Flilling up cracks with plastic assumes 

Shapeshift 
nuance 
venue 

Chrous: 
Dont stop dreaming cuz this aint over 
Wreck of you life, aim til you get sober 

Dont stop dreaming cuz this aint 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 fumes/fuel from my thought process take me higher 

Higher and higher, I aint 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? 

Chrous: 
Dont stop dreaming cuz this aint over 
Break up your life, until you get sober 

Dont stop dreaming cuz this aint over 
My friend