Bleeding Dreams...

We have the dreamers disease.

We're not happy to live this way. It's not a decision, it's a feeling. A thought, the idea that everything could change for the better.

But why, why should be us the ones to feel this? Why can't be all of us? Shouldn't be all of us?? Are we the chosen to find some way to fix everything that's wrong? Isn't that too much to dream about?

Cause we are rejected. They laugh at us. They stare at us. They say that we're chasing an utopia, an ideal world. They think we're strangers, freaks, and why not?

We don't settle by being just another brick in the wall. We want more, a change, and we want it for everybody. It's the hunger, the ambition of a better life. Our destiny.

They can say everything they want. Even that we have the dreamers disease. But as dreamers, we get to die standing in our feets. We get to die for our ideals. And that makes it worth it.

I Orce Siort Fader (waiting)