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