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