Everyday I fell like my dream its broke in pieces Sometime I feel empty like that dream even exist But something inside me tells me to insist Something irrational biological supernatural or Holistic Maybe you don't believe that and I can't blame you How could I? If the only person that can make this true Sit here daydream about but dont move a muscle A girl with silicon, holding a bottle of chandon, parking my Verion ,inside mansion disappear hitted by a cyclone called reality where I'm just helper of mason. Twenty nine still alive This gonna be alike This gonna be a miracle What im supposed to do