in the near future

Always crooked

Looking back

Dreaming the past 

Long gone 

Dressing fate in fantasy

Of impossible memories

never were there

Be the muse

Lifting spirits

Breaking limits

Breathing the magic

Laughing so hard

Nothing else matters 

Revolution has to happen

freedom will explode

As exhausted of fake Words 

Piling up as madness 

As reality pushes

Violently as a wave

Growing pains 

Come to the soul

As we shed away

All the nosense

That blocks the way