[Hook] He heaves a sigh, squeeze his eyes, speaks in rhymes easy Freezing nights CD's by speaker's sider Sleeper trying to dream sweeter than a piece of pie, peachy Ideally, mind clearly dry, waking like he nearly died, feeling (shite)
[Verse 1] Rest to the wakeful Heads to the table, yes I’m an angel, bless And I feel for you Sleeper, I’ve seen all the dreams which Remembrance of makes you upset
(What does it all mean?) Well don’t worry your little head I’ll take care of it, shit I said I’m a spirit and I was sent from the heavens Or yeah whatever, a pleasure and you can call me Seven Go to bed I’ll be here whenever you all depressing
Yes, and the dream eater hungers Beasties and monsters, keep Sleeper's comforts CD's for songbirds, trapped in a dry voice Back stiff and eyes moist, dancing to white noise
Relax, shit, kick back, sit catatonic And calm the fuck down, here kid have a comic Always spitting in em catastrophic winds Trying to catalogue events, doesn’t have a lot of friends
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[Verse 2] I’m not an apparition, that’s a given As I can slap a kid for standing there and staring at me different Yeah, I’m in your room, you think I need a damn permission? Stammering impaired and panicking won’t answer shit and
Man, what is this mess, oh You left notes on your the desk, robes and bed clothes, I guess those Scrawled in led, show your stress, hold a sec though We just met so, I’m Seven like I said and
Presto, I’m here to help, be yourself, don’t doubt, agree Weird as hell appearance, well, it's merely just an outfit see I'm an outer being, actually, interacting with a thousand scenes Latching onto lousy dreams you’re having to devour and feed
It’s boring really, the point is, I’m more than willing To help a friend and what I am is, well, irrelevant Medicine for tortured visions, eminent support and listen Denizens of tenements don’t get to pick their torch, it’s given
[Outro] Rest to the wakeful, heads to the table (x2)