you said i'll understand when I grow up as old as you
but mom you gotta know that I am not form where you're from
you raised me under the flowers
but I strayed and now I stink like a dumpster
I put up with things that you will never comprehend
I march in the front line of the black wave
you said you saw a kid like me on the TV news
mom this isn't a dream
but it's okay if you consider this as a dream
dreamspace
dreamspace
i'm only telling you this isn't the worst nightmare