So I knew you weren't faking. About your dreams. Because when you're waking. Everything's what it seems. I know you got roses. You want to throw on my grave.
It's a wild dream. It's a white scream. A devious dream. Just a flame in the fire. . Can hear the drums of fate. Reverberate. From the very depths of the earth.
Who will be their voice. Who will hear their cries. The ones who cannot speak. As we dehumanize. Incarcerated innocents. Their sentience ignored. Slaughtered by the millions.