Deep down inside they tell us to break free. Enough pondering, just break free. Pieces of dreams that needed assembling, Reality is but an empty threat. Everyday is supposed to be meaningful. Supposed? WAD DO YOU MEAN SUPPOSED? Sick of - supposed, should be, shall be. I, what am I to this world, or to you? Nothing, I suppose, nothing. Great dreams we each have, Little, we actually do, or even accomplish. Yes, thats mother fucking reality.
Save your ideas, cause it ain't real. Too impractical, it ain't real. Real? Yeah, just fucking hit your books and get good results. Everyone wants good results, yeah everyone. Everyone? Shall I tell you no? Say, something else means more to me. Eating away at my heart's desire. Death of my passion, due to oppression.
