Lyrics: Rebellious weeds crack the sidewalks I can't sleep, I have insomnia from my dormitory city All my life, I've filled my shopping cart with illusions I call, I remote control, and I television Silence, we turn, we live, we laugh, but it looks like playback My banker is James Brown and every month it's payback Millions of Andy Warhols impatiently await on the train platform For a fifteen-minute journey on the train of fame We want to be stars, just like the stars Intimacy is spread out in prime time, sold on PayPal We enthrone mediocrity, more caviar than Big Mac We prepare fast-food thoughts in the kitchens of ratings Bread and games to calm hungry bellies Xanax in the riot, Prozac for the poor Close your books if they teach you to hesitate Beware, wanting to live can end up just existing Running after my dreams too much, I strain my heart When I no longer believe, I take the pen to gain perspective Running after my dreams too much Running after my dreams too much, I strain my heart When I no longer believe, I take the pen to gain perspective Running after my dreams too much Through the curves, shapes emerge under my sleep-inducing gaze I wanted to straighten my back running after my illusions I flew my dreams on paper airplanes And I wanted a castle life, falling asleep in a hutch The sea is beautiful, sir, I erased the clouds See the suitcases under my eyes: they invite me to travel The sky is beautiful, madam, I've drawn the picture Listen to the bird singing, trapped in its cage Running after my dreams too much, I strain my heart When I no longer believe, I take the pen to gain perspective Running after my dreams too much Running after my dreams too much, I strain my heart When I no longer believe, I take the pen to gain perspective Running after my dreams too much I've created worlds, added words, laughter, tears And then time etched my wrinkles, I'm afraid I run, I want different smells for my nostrils I dance, I spin, a little ballerina on a barrel of gunpowder The poetry I embroider is lace to sew When it's storming outside, I don't care anymore I dreamt of nothing, now I have nothing but my dreams And it's their iron law that makes me drift Far offshore, I saw my island, you know I'm heading towards the goal, finally, I'm trying Packs of rhymes for my soul to surface I want to make victims with floral weapons I slow down, catch my breath sometimes There are my dreams that are delayed as the clock keeps ticking Running after my dreams too much, I strain my heart When I no longer believe, I take the pen to gain perspective Running after my dreams too much Running after my dreams too much, I strain my heart When I no longer believe, I take the pen to gain perspective Running after my dreams too much
