Ghost K - Stop! (Blue Mix)

We express the same things but with different words
We acknowledge the same curve and those might-have-heards
Just like the last line you draw to remind of past-time
A fast-winded feeling of freedom presumed to be recognized
And I can hear your doctors calling from here, to say:

Killed by his independecy and akilles-heel
'Cause he armed himself with stealthy mass-appeal.
Where's my muse, where's my muse
It feels like every word slipping through my mouth has been used
Staggering like the old man feeding the dirt
With my glass eye reflecting all the things that I've learned
A windowless frame in a transparent room
Filling up the cracks with plastic assumes
Shapeshift
A nuance
A venue

Chorus:
Don't stop dreaming 'cause this ain't over
Wreck of your life, aim 'til you get sober
Don't stop dreaming 'cause this ain't over
My friend

Verse 2
I wrestle myself as I walk along the weary-
motely watching i find myself staring
building up an empire, of my great desire
while fumes/fuel from my thought process take me higher
Higher and higher, I aint stoppin there,
My avalanche of color starts over there,
And Ive got the solitary key to go through.

Grey and delicious
The traps can be so vicious
Prepare for the ultimate takedown.
Part time experience
Might save you from deliverance,
But will it serve the greater cause?

Chorus:
Don't stop dreaming 'cause this ain't over
Wreck of your life, aim 'til you get sober
Don't stop dreaming 'cause this ain't over
My friend