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