• Giving your life up for a dream.
    Its so stupid the way your eyes gleam.
    No longer living,
    But not yet dying.
    You see it as a fantasy , not me.
    Its an apocalyptic mass of dying.

    Don't ask me to support you.
    Because you have the faith of so few.
    What does ur dream mean?
    How are would you really go?
    Give it your soul, a river of blood flow.

    Such a beautiful lie you've told.
    How many souls have you sold.
    You've changed,so much.
    I don't know what to belive.
    The web of lies you continue to weave.

    But what if i didn't just stand down.
    Didnt give blood for your crown.
    Would you fel it inside?
    The slow decay of you fantasy.
    That even you can no longer see.