All I want is sleep
all I need is a good rest
but routines a god damn mess
my blood feels unclean
my hands they look older
my bones they feel colder

At night my heart it betrays me
I feel it scratching lines on my chest

I feel dead in this city
I feel lost in this city
I feel small in this city
at night

There's a never ending cycle
running circles in my head
and pretty soon I will be forced to make my bed

I'm a self made man
I'm king of castle built on giving up
drugged on the benefits of sleep
and more sleep
sleep is chance to dream
but waking up it wipes clean
and time takes over

All I hear is noise
the buildings don't talk straight
their lines feel an inch miss-placed
every step feels a void
till the pavement gets colder
the cracks open wider
till I
get lost in translation
every single word i lose breaks my teeth

I feel dead in this body
I feel lost in this body
I feel small in this body
at night

There's a never ending cycle
running circles in my head
and pretty soon I will be forced to make my bed
There's a reaccuring rut
that grinds my bones and boils my blood
but pretty soon I will be forced
to grow up

All I want is sleep