now publishing: tus suenos

Through the rainbows through the clouds,

through the night through the prowls,

I find life running across my lenses,

and now the army of fire lines, is beginning to cross this wolf pack of lies,

and I, want to be apart of those who died, dyeing there hair, to rebel against there parents strife,

but I, don't wanna live, where living is in my imagination trapped in a world of unexplanations take a dagger to the mind!

And surely you'll find me on the other side.