Bent on dreaming. He can't build back what he destroyed. The wind uncovers a sultry mind. Weaves in and out until a storm erases it all. There is a crown in the corner of your destruction. Parade your dissatisfaction on the street. Floating by your misery--the leaves all start to fall. What warrants the plague in your heart? I can't stop dreaming. I can't stop screaming. This is the place where we suffocate. A mass death. A river of sadness. When you say that you understand the consequences, clouds fall. Fulfill nothing. Knock down the visions and sit among the shattered glass contemplating your next move. Salvation is lost on the highway and your tears will not heal one solitary thing.