Dreams are dead when you speak
In my head they exist
I am nothing put me down
Usual wickness all around
Should I stand to see
That dreams are dead for me,
That it's still bleeding from inside?
Should I stand to see
That dreams are dead for me,
That it's still bleeding from inside?
I am nothing when you speak,
And my head can't resist
Make it die and subsist
It's a lie that exist
Should I stand to see
That dreams are dead for me,
That it's still bleeding from inside?
Should I stand to see
That dreams are dead for me,
That it's still bleeding from inside?
Be the worst, not the best
Dreams of dust, not expressed
I am nothing put me down
It's a lie that exist
Should I stand to see
That dreams are dead for me,
That it's still bleeding from inside?
Should I stand to see
That dreams are dead for me,
That it's still bleeding from inside?
Should I stand to see
That dreams are dead for me,
That it's still bleeding from inside?
Should I stand to see
That dreams are dead for me,
That it's still bleeding from inside?