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VIRTUOSO lyrics : "Dream In"

Dreams! things aren't all that they seem
Dreams! life's not all about cream

Dreams! please say it all was a dream
'cause the fight for real life's
like a horrible scene

(Virt wake up!)

the enemy's here
they trying ta' take us
let 'em see how the weaponry

makes their frame break up
it seems threads of life
make up our stitch in time

after the bomb dropped
dawn got a different shine
I find that it burns

like a fire on the hearth
I learned this day would come
they were liars from the start

my pride is in my heart
so you'll never know
how far Miguel will go

until they digging up your skeletal
remains I see change
on the horizon

or is it just the next bomber as it flies in
wise men once let me know
if it's not worth it then let it go

or pop first and dead your foe
now it seems like the options are dropping
there's no more talking

smart bombs are locked in
and more often than not
innocent people gotta get dropped

for their leaders horrible plot
while the one calling the shots
fly free as a bird

words they speak are absurd
though they're frequently heard
'cause they control the radio

it's crazy though
the dj's won't play me though
unless I line their bank account

with crazy dough
and even corporate labels
deep into debt, through spending in deficit

bootlegging and internet
meet the new me see a brain that's been cloned
silicone flesh meshed with titanium bones

I'm aiming my poems, at dictators
reigning on thrones
who raised their seeds cold

in a cradle of stone
then cast them in the street
never gave them a home

the ones who shun the path
that our saviors have shown
we stole all of the crops

that the natives have grown
we must stick together
no one made it alone

'cause radiation give you cancer
in your face from your phone
or your throat from the smoke

when you blazing a bone
when you don't agree with leaders
and behavior they've shown

speak out there's no effect
if your state is unknownI got sick of talking
and caught aids in my poem

now I spit from a coffin
and a grave is my dome
I grown by own body

from dirt and grime
it blows my damn mind
like my brain was a landmine
and I can't find
a path out this nightmare

does it end right here
or extend for light years?!

[Chorus repeat]

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