Dreaming of Autumn (Prod. Knowaru)

Dreaming of autumn Dreaming of falling I don’t know if I love it anymore All that I know is… I can’t stop Gave it everything. I can’t take more A dream’s all I seem to be awake for Pardon fate’s course, but death is a better bet Falling face forward’s the set way to get ahead The center spread’s a catch from a distance ‘Til your letterhead’s trapped in the black and white pigments What happens when your dreams give you night terrors? And sleep is a reach, fiending to fight mirrors What’s seen is the reason insight perished The breeze carries screams that the mics cherish You want to hear about the pain and struggle? Well, I’m addicted to the rain and the nameless puddles What a shame, fallen angels engraved in rubble With no admiration paid to the pavement tunneled Where war criminals reign, slave to the Sun Tzu Soon be just another stain in their jumpsuit Itching veins, etching lets for forgetting Finger-painting Armageddon for some seconds of Heaven Not alone, hope most won’t mind my scream In the city that never sleeps no one has time to dream "I don’t know about my dreams I don’t know about my dreaming anymore All that I know is I’m falling, falling, falling, falling Might as well fall in…" Do your dreams justify the means? Must I deceive for these fucks to buy CDs? If the only thing that keeps you sane will be your downfall Is it wrong to entertain “How come” instead of “How long?” Take my resignation in blood Ain’t delusional enough to assume my destination’s above Self-destruct on a track, I hear the train coming The trophy at the end of the tunnel’s a vain woman Life’s exciting ‘til you roll out of bed, right? The light’s enticing ‘til you know what’s ahead, like Twenty-five deep, these repeating beats sentenced me What if your reason for breathing isn’t meant to be? Tempted to cease for a little bit of normalcy The rotten rebel been considering conformity Stop and level, forgotten Devil been calling me But that’ll be D-Day—Normandy for all to see Gonzo like Thompson, embalm statements Stuck fear and loathing in Ma’s basement Stage dive, the masses want me stirred Kill it, then kill myself—Black Swan feature Yeah, I went all in, might as well fall in The scalding cauldron, I politic with a Parliament "I don’t know about my dreams I don’t know about my dreaming anymore All that I know is I’m falling, falling, falling, falling Might as well fall in…"