Sold dreams

Of all these dreams I've been sold,  
All the lies I've been told,  
The more tired I grow
How much longer will my soul hold?  

I've come to realize and know
My soul should now be bold
Of all the dreams I've been sold
And all the lies I've been told,  
The more cold my heart grows,
Sick have I grown of unfaithful hoes and
Backstabbing '' bros''

Life is colder you'll know,  
The older you grow,
The harsher the road,  
More knowledge you'll gain
And pain you'll come to know
And Inside
your soul will break out of control
Blood will begin to flow
But stronger you'll grow
The more you come to know
As sorrows of truth unfold.