[Spoken word: Lincoln Barrett]
You can never dream to be like this
I've seen your kind around
[?] always looking to be found
And nobody's looking
Perfect time to bask in the residue of the very core of my existing bliss
You can never dream to be like this
Gunshots fill your head
Your mother says you're better off than dead
What's the matter, [?] flatter?
Has the final faith of [?] as [?] kiss?
You can never dream to be like this
You can never dream to be like this
Insisting attention at every utter
Perhaps it's time to [?]
Maybe of accused [?]
You could never dream to be like this
[Outro]
