Lyrics
DREAMS
I study my dreams in theory - sleepwalking psychoanalyst,
enter dreamworld Evangelist-where satirical sleep is the cause of a dismal death,
snore your last breath - simulate your last legitimate sigh,
awaken to a sky writer overcast casting criptic cloud code across the sky,
cloud9 rhyme and counting...sheep - so sleep tight my comatose children,
and don't let the bed bugs bite - nibbling nuisance to your numbness,
enjoy the eyelid eyesight that is your eternal infernal existence,
eyes wide shut-ters-closed-casket-ceremony for your beauty rest,
resistance is futile - awoken to sheets soaken by my wet dream world,
stream swirls of lubrication secreating fascination for a dream your can't remember,
the turbulence of tremors rattling your brain for spare change - poor piglet,
bury my metaphors in your metamorphic mind prior to your birth - so you can dig it,
fidjit - toss and turn-tables with fables of reoccurring dream skemes plotting your death,
nightmarish in dictation-distress signal- alarm -pre-pulling-your leg
-so as to drag you through the dirt of your dilapitated dillusions - matrix shift,
switch the content of your spatial conscience through cognitive continental drift-
-away again to dream of my pen pissing on your monogamous mattress,
note the asterix in the corner of you caption - fine print for fickle fancies....
tickle it with fanciful phrases - but I'm just doin' it to humour you,
humour me, and pretend to comprehend the dream where I had the dopest line right before the hook...
I study my dreams in theory- sleepwalking psychoanalyst,
enter dream world evangelist were satirical sleep is the cause of a dismal death,
snore your last breath....simulate your last legitimate sigh...,
(I often ask why you even exist........)
conjure chimerical parables - careful for my seductive serpent's tail in your sleeping bag,
I've watched your alarm clock beeping drag on for the length of my life,
and I keep getting older- sweating colder shivers-your rest rivers ripple,
the water's calm speaks to me as the misty mutedness of riddle,
ridiculing your version of reverie - deep musings seem to be losing their wakeful dreaminess,
the see(a)mlessness of it all helps me fall asleep at night,
nocturnal nihilist - to be stylist for the neurotic- the object of my affectionate- after thought-,
-comes nothing - masters sought my guidance but silence spoke for herself,
pillows posit political positions -earlobes of the globe be warned,
I've mourned the loss of many minds -in the second splitting of a blink,
the missing link to your subconscious-the jaundice which makes you a cowardly protagonist,
while and evangelist antagonizes your plot so you can sleep between-the-lines..and not on them....
hook.-repeat......zzzzzzzzz...---ZZZZ--Zz..
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