1. It's about that time and I'm awake
Always up late, sleep doesn't faze me
It avoids me, play time, spend time with me
Because I'm awake
Awake
Awake
Nothing seems to put sleep in me
Or peace in me
Time is no function of mine
Derived from midnight skies
I hover over starry nights
Clustered throughout like a cinnamon sweet
Who needs sleep?
When you have no peace?
2. I heard you struggle to breathe
It's hard to be when one can't see beyond euphoria
Shining bright like moonlit nights
No stars, all darkness
Tranquility in the form of horrified aloneness
Descend up
Up
Up
Look no more for what you seek
Who needs sleep?
What poor soul longs for redemption in dream-like suspension?
3. Nothing seems to put peace in me
Or sleep in thee
Be not surprised
This is reality