The Dreamscapes Project

I smell hatred in the air it stings like disinfectant and the glass door shuts with the intentions of a trap I never thought I'd make it this far are you surprised that I have no plans left all my contingencies were for when I would fail now I'm causing collisions despite my intentions of preventing my visions from being inventions I only know how I've done things before it all came from happenstance I never learned to create on command and now I haven't got a chance and when the words came typically from tortured times like they needed to be said but they lived in a body that couldn't say them because it was too scared or caring or stupid or whatever maybe we're all just whatever leave me to my fun it's all this was built on now I have nothing left