Sleeping

Thought I should come past your door.

Tried to get trusted, initiate more.

Thought I could listen this thing with reasoning.

Some thieves can rob back their time.

But I'm sleeping,

Sleeping.

I escape some more.

Sometime I'm listening,

I can't hear a thing.

Sometime I melt on a cloud,

I'm only wishing

I can't do nothing.

Reasons to stay underground.

Sleeping.

Sleeping.

So much more.

I try to stay back this time,

Iris pro-fist to be incremental words.

Tired admiration is fine,

But it'll take much more.

Sometimes

I reach out,

At the wrong kind of things.

Sometimes

I'm ripped on the floor,

My own dignation means

I can't do a thing,

My sins to stay underground.

Sleeping.

Sleeping.

Sleeping.

But it'll take much more.

Cause when

I'm conscious

I can't hear a sound.

Sleeping.

Sleeping.

Sleeping.