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 cause this aint over Wreck of you life, aim til you get sober
Dont stop dreaming cause this aint over
My friend
Dont stop dreaming cause this aint over Wreck of you life, aim til you get sober
Dont stop dreaming cause 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 I've 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 cause this aint over Wreck of you life, aim til you get sober
Dont stop dreaming cause this aint over
My friend
Dont stop dreaming cause this aint over Wreck of you life, aim til you get sober
Dont stop dreaming cause this aint over
My friend