The Last Revolution Of Dreams

My rhyme is crap, but my name is the same as Depp
And I`m not perfect, but I will perfect the art
Cause this is just the start
Don’t be misled it`s not bad, it`s way better then that

The sun makes you smile, the rain makes you sad
For a while I can’t come out of bed
I hear you say: that is that
Well, questions rise up in my head

We can make a statement We can do it now( We know how)
Do you come with me? Do you allow?

Materialism takes over the world
Caught between rich and poor, the neat and the ignored
Always those fights which are sometimes terrified
People with sick minds or thoughts about
Crossed lines and karma crimes
Thousand theories of life laying line by line
Is there a truth? Is it define?

We can make a statement We can do it now( We know how)
Do you come with me? Do you allow?

Scared is the boy on the street
Scared of what others think of him
He`s ugly indeed
Sweet was his girl, until she went sour
That`s when he loses power
Afraid for confrontation and the struggle with the rules of the nation

We can make a statement We can do it now( We know how)
Do you come with me? Do you allow?