[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

[Hook]

[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)