[Intro]
Sleeper
He’s nocturnal as lemurs, shut curtains in dream world
Tired of sleepwalking his feet hurt
And keeps nodding to beats foggy with reverb
Cacophony, screams, sweet words
In strawberry cream dreams and teen girls
In coffins, supreme beings can leave we’re
Fine - R.I.P. world
[Verse 1]
Woah, that’s a little close to home
And yo, how the flow am I supposed to know
Emotions, so-and-so
I wrote some poems though and spoke them over notes composed
Sort of, I’m not great at playing keys
Or making sheets per se, just making beats
For days, cuz when I sung outside
The notes would never come out right, so I speak or paint
Please, no preachers praying or leaps of faith
I don’t jump to conclusions or need some ‘way’
Nor a night torch, pardon your reverence
The reason I sleep in the dark is a preference
Have hardly a presence
There's nothing outside of my dreams guarding the entrance
So I've been viewing some unwanted imagery
And haunted visually by odd and vivid dreams
[Bridge 1]
I saw, a city built with supreme
Efficiency gleaming buildings reaching til their peaks
Drill beneath heaven, and the streets prim and clean
As if by wizardry
The city prospered, and then
Amidst the pretty preened privileged populous
Crimson started flowing, trees wilt
Darkness growing, as disease took over hearts and broke 'em
[Verse 2]
But I mean, I guess that’s just my overactive
Imagination I can hardly control my actions
So my dreams are bound to be wild
18 years old is sounding senile
To me, re-dial to reach like three times
And pre-write your speech to save me time
Too lazy to go that extra wee mile
So, I’m Sin7ven, and in the meanwhile
Pretend I don’t spit fire, but quintessence
Everything in my best interest’s uninteresting
Other than that’s it’s been a fucking ride
In this episodic life of a chronic lullaby
Junkie, kinda dollar sign hungry
Monetize space trade and colonize the sun
Breathe, now fucking choke on it
Gassed up stars thinking that they something dope and shit
[Bridge 2]
But I guess I similarly don't exist
A whimper in an ocean of all misdirected focus
Disconnected and alone in this
Controlled by hormones and defined by his wardrobe and kicks
What am I? A culprit of a vocal trick
Spokesman of his own abyss, wrote it till he broke his wrist
I don't exist. Another vulture in this global ditch
I'm not cultured, just a total dick
[Verse 3]
But - you know that the flow legit
Dome switch mode to spit, choke on the social biz
Save the game and pen a masterpiece
Thank you Sin, but your princess is in a different galaxy
Oh I know, doesn't really bother me
As all I ever do is turn a love into mockery
Get up and walk it off, whenever on the verge of honesty
So still a virgin, honestly, probably
But, I’m a sucker for succubi
At supper time suck her dry, so thoughtful I’ll pluck her eyes
So she doesn’t have to watch and cry
And get - traumatized, by the colors I
Freestyle with
I would apologize but I don’t feel like it
I feel like shit, nose runny as re-laps
Why? Homes, that’s none of your beeswax
[Bridge 3]
But I did see that dream that
Freaked me bad for a week, and to recap
It was about this girl
Who drowned her world in a bloody fountain to get out and leave without a word
A scent of iron, the ocean's sounds
Against the floating corpses with open mouths
She gazed down holding a blade in unbalanced
And shaky hands, I think her name was um- Alice
[Verse 4]
Tick tock
Eyes inches apart from the digital clock and my wrist watch
As a sit in bed, nose bleeding again
Drip drop, "I'm never dreaming again"
I speak, not to anyone in particular
Willikers, fly as Hitchcock's flick "The Birds"
Shoot me down, when this shit occurs
I wish I could dig the dirt a little, learn
To make a hole and live in Middle Earth
Umm... insert other witty words
Here, worst fear, being second best
Look at the clocks, only a few seconds left
Until I have to go to school
And try to act all grown and cool
But my actions show my mood
And my passions don't improve, rap - so recluse
[Outro]
Brewing potions out of frozen juice
And give a mean cold shoulder like the snowmen do
Folding fools, origami roses bloom
Like lotus, mood trying to rope me into an open noose
So consume
So consume
So consume
With a golden spoon
Eat my dreams
Please
credits
released March 13, 2015
Produced by Sin7ven
Mixed & mastered by Disjointed
