You think you made me
The fact is
You have no power over my dream
I dream discipline
You sell religion
I dream vegetables
You dream of no beef and sell chicken
I dream today I will survive
You dream of riches tomorrow
I dream of hugging her
You dream of kissing the grim reaper
I dream of unchaining the heart
You already have the thrown the key
To dream once more
If we die as cowards, we will be never be remembered
Like a dream forgotten after poor sleep
At least I lose sleep over my future