The Unspoken
“Dreamicide” turns encouragement into a question of agency: what will you do with the next available step? When the lyric says “But what about the dreams you kill quietly,” the song moves beyond mood and into strength as disciplined continuation rather than loud self-belief. Silence becomes more than scenery; it begins to stand for absence, restraint, or the space where inner truth becomes audible. Its direct address gives the message a human target: someone to love, warn, remember, persuade, or reassure. What begins with “They say murder's a crime…” finally lands at “They say death is final,” where the closing energy treats resilience as a habit that can be recovered.
Dreamicide - Lyrics
They say murder’s a crime…
But what about the dreams you kill quietly?
No blood, no sirens…
Just silence.
But it's still death.
Yeah, I had a fire, lit young in my chest,
But you came through with your cold breath,
Told me it’s “too much,” “too big,” “too wild,”
“Dreams like yours ain’t for street-born child.”
You dressed your doubt in wisdom’s coat,
Spoke poison words with a mentor’s tone.
Called it “real talk,” said you "cared,”
But you carved my hope like you never cared.
You didn’t pull a trigger,
You didn’t draw a knife,
But every “no” you whispered
Cut deep through my life...
If murder is a crime, then so is this,
You killed my dream with a silent kiss.
No funeral, no tears, just hollow eyes,
You walked away while my future died.
No fingerprints, no smoking gun,
But what you did can’t be undone.
You took my light, buried it inside
This is what I call dreamicide.
You mocked my plans, laughed at my grind,
Said, “Wake up—life leaves dreamers behind.”
You planted doubt like landmines in my path,
Watched me step and fall, then called it “math.”
But I ain’t your casualty, won’t be your ghost,
I rose from the ashes, I haunt you the most.
You see my flame? It’s back in my hand,
And now I build what you can’t understand.
You didn’t pull a trigger,
You didn’t draw a knife,
But every “no” you whispered
Cut deep through my life...
If murder is a crime, then so is this,
You killed my dream with a silent kiss.
No trial, no judge, just guilt you hide,
But I wear the scars that testify.
You can’t erase what’s born to rise
This phoenix sings of dreamicide.
They say death is final...
But dreams? They reincarnate.
You tried to bury me…
You forgot—I’m the seed.
If murder is a crime, then hear this plea,
The deadest thing you killed was me.
But from the wreck, I rise, I climb
I turn the page, rewrite the line.
No more silence, no more lies,
This anthem’s born of dreamicide.
You killed my dream…
But I became the nightmare.
