one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15. I used to dread the strain of globalization and the fierce direct retaliation before me kings of self-stopped despise and the scars of colonization. The world she is with a body in the sand, running and losing everything you've had. Every day they kill another, slowly kill another, slowly kill another, slowly. I still dream, I still dream, I still dream, I still dream. They kill the heat of infernal times, the world is cold and they're just dying. The climate that you spend your life with is terrible or with a homemade knife. The war begins, we stand by the machine, the peace is sick, it's not truly green. Pick a fight, we can't wait, I need a hope, not a race, I'm not a fire screen. I still dream, I still dream, I still dream, I still dream. I still dream, I still dream, I still dream, I still dream. I still dream, I still dream, I still dream, I still dream. I still dream, I still dream, I still dream, I still dream. I still dream, I still dream, I still dream, I still dream.