MUXIBOSH - Dream

Late nights, cold rain, heartbeat like a drum.
Nothing ever changes if you're scared of what's to come.
I was at the bottom, now I'm brighter than the sun.
Music is the weapon, and the war is never done.
People switching faces when the money starts to grow.
I can see the envy hidden deep behind the glow.
Still I move in silence, like the universe just knows.