Out of the darkness and depth of my dreams,
into a reality that's lost all it's seems.
Into the real-life world of taste and color,
Where nobody really give's a .... for one another.
All out for money and still searching for pride,
what use is it if all the people died?
You take all the money and all the gold,
fall straight into your ancestors mold.
I'll go to sleep and dream my life away,
and wake up full of pride and refreshed another day.
In my dreams there are no distractions,
no trading of pride or money transactions.
No people fighting and killing each other,
because they don't like each other's color.
No riots in the street; no fighting at home,
where I can lay my head and rest so I don't have to roam.
where we all can relax and freely breathe,
in my dreams there is no deception and nothing to decieve.
In everyone's life it ring's so true,
" Break The Mold " and bring life's dreams back to you.
