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