After all these years
Trying to forget
A question loves

My mind, it´s time to look
Inside, i´m tired of your speech

Bad dreams...

Where is the scream
The fire in your soul
Where is your ambition
To make the choice i ask

Bad dreams...

Cool, why?
Everyday i wake up
With my hand on the gun
And my face on the mirror

Asking to the death
Where is my hope
To have more dope

Bad dreams
Nightmare...