[Verse 1]
Waking up beside the cousin of sleep
Discussing my week with the mirror, brushing my teeth
Dozens of dreams cataloged in my notes scattered on
My covers and sheets, rummaging at the crack of dawn
Through crumpled receipts for pills to tap the damn alarm
I either feel knackered or a need to keep a dagger drawn
In fact, if I tagged along and sang a happy song
Perhaps we could find some common ground for dancing on
As it stands I’m on some other shit
Another kid rancid, wrong, handle gone, vandal on trampled lawn
Man, swear I’ll get my blessings soon
Staring at a crescent moon, beware of when a hairy adolescent bloom
Very messy room, carpet is stained
Watching the particles, rain drops in the yard and my brain stops
And a strange thought enters my head
Something waits on the end of my bed
[Hook]
Looking for your cereal bowl
Rolled outta bed, scribbling your dreams into notes
Low profile, flow vile, nefarious goals
I’ll carry your material soul - to the land of nod
Looking for your cereal bowl
Rolled outta bed, scribbling your dreams into notes
Low profile, flow vile, nefarious goals
I’ll carry your material soul - Sleeper
[Verse 2]
Scatterbrained and panicked trying to ascertain
Fact from fake when shit I see don’t show in camera frames
Having strange happenings happen day after day
Shadows dance ballet, prance and play as I glance away
Walking in a trance past the morning bus
No shortage of my little phantasmagorias
An elongated figure stands at my door at dusk
And when it tries to twist the handle, I force it shut
Talks timidly, pretty broads tend to leave
In his proximity, fishy thoughts finicky
Dizzy, lost in his dreams, spitting coughing and screaming
At demons when he’s leaving his sleep and
Waking up at 10, I make a cup again
Pick up a pen and write what I remember on my covers when
A sudden stench interrupts the jotting
I look up and see a green face I’ve often seen in dream states, chuckling