Severance from tales you've wove
Sinful delights in which you've indulged
Can't be right when it feels so wrong
Difference, it won't belong
You woke and spoke of a time,
nobody listened
Where love and hope had both died,
was it so distant?
The vision still is in your head
You've become infested
A little slice of heaven
No one expected...
Uni-dreams, uni-forms
Oh, oh
Is this the reason you're born?
No, no
I'm bending over backwards; you don't want my help
So sell yourself, pretend it's the end of the world
Sickness, indeed
A unison of breed
It's disturbing, undeserving
Fallen unto the greed
There must be hope in this life
We have to stand a chance
Appease your utmost delight to keep you separate
Opening the dopamine
Exploding the sadder scene
A gleam that means we're clean and free from where we could have been
Uni-dreams, uni-forms
Oh, oh
Is this the reason you're born?
No, no
I'm bending over backwards; you don't want my help
So sell yourself, pretend it's the end of the world
Uni-dreams, uni-forms
Oh, oh
Is this the reason you're born?
No, no
The art's the part that saves us from unified hell
Double take that vision as it starts to melt
I'm bending over backwards; you don't want my help
So sell yourself, pretend it's the end of the world
Artist: Casa De Leones
Artist: Buddy Holly
Artist: Schoolboy Q
Artist: Dion