The Faces of Dream
The faces of Dream
The honest guy never could hide
His inherent chains
Pure before proof
Trouble your money
The laborer and the end-crowd who transfer the 5a.m train
They live for the night and the others wait for the write
What is the dream of love when truth abandons belief
no fantasy game
But when real life hated
When purpose triumphed duty
Lady seen her future
She gave you a page to read
It marked the end
But claimed another beginning
How can you make this cartoon feel so extreme
He missed curtain call over and over again
He didn't want to be under pressure or without
He was a victim of under and over
He saw the violence in his dreams
Where did this begin
The ending such a desolate bite and was mean feeling much of dream
There you know you can't command either
I go where pain delivers me from destitute
I go where my brain doth be that train
Health delivers the truth as much as the ones who pave our dreams with heroine and cheap red wine
Thank you the night life which breaks the morning's chains and offers of caffeine's dis-ambiguous content.
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