Sleeping
Drill
When you
don’t feel like sleepin’
But the
dream world is callin’
Pesky
fingers so long and insistent
You’d
think it was on their dollar to be resistant
But no
tellin’ when the music’ll call
It just
reaches out and you’ve gotta give it all
Time
doesn’t move because it’s me
It’s made
of what I do and see
So long
as its loving me what do I care the degree?
It always
rises when the world is about the zees
I don’t
care about tired torturing torments
Just the
feel while I’m high naturally in this sky
Do you
understand me that I hate conformity?
That
everything orthodox and perfect is deformity?
Its
better what feels good
For one
day everyone’ll be wood
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