• All the dreams coming back together in my head
    Recreated, improved, technicolored words
    Floating in the air trying to avoid
    Getting caught up trying
    Expressing and hiding, the dawn becomes pale
    Loud and shy, slow to love, quick to hate
    Watch out hands held out for hugs often hide sharp knives
    Hate the sin, love the sinner, as a wise man said
    But people are born from sin and die on little sinned beds
    Do dreams mean a thing, if not is that why we forget?
    Dreams are rented inspiration, we write to pay the debt