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