Sleepy Man Lyrics

I'm a sleepy man

And I like sleeping man

I don't need a fan

I'm a sleepy man

I don't need z quill to stay up for hours then get inquires on why I am asleep still 

And I don't need white noise to toss around like hot potato with my eyes closed

In the daytime I got less energy than a bum on the park bench with a hangover

But at night my mind like a 19 year old stoners first time taking adderal  

Aggghhh

I'm a sleepy man

Not much luck sleeping man

I might need a fan

I've been dreaming lately

All around the mellow paisley

In my inner melee

Neither sides been right since 18

Dawg the blanket better not cover up my feet 

I wish insomnia would leave me 

2 am I lay in bed like stepanova counting sheep

I'm a sleepy man and it's because I can't sleep

Nosferatu Lyrics

It's a lonely life

Gotta get cozy cuz I can't die easily

Them all told me I was evil but see I just need different things and easy

I'm gentle and nifty

Hardly killed since 1853

Put em to sleep 

I target creeps and the opulent rich usually 

It's looked down upon in society 

But the crowd never see me 

and my victims are only out a healthy meal

Never felt pain and unaware my stealthy deeds

I just gotta quell the beast cuz I'm afraid of dying just like this human 

Holding up his crucifix telling me to be gone

He's looking good for me to eat off

Am I selfish?

And forget a relationship if they ever find out what you do at night

You'd think a real friend or love would rather that you stay alive

I mean even after explaining to them that I don't kill anybody

They still looking at me like I'm a doped up Ted bundy fucking never understand

Like I said

It's a lonely life

Shit feels pretty hopeless when nobody knows you right 

Who's got a sword to bite?

Can't open up so its mostly for one night 

I don't throw the dice calculate my roll and sleight

Cold and in the moment I am Holy diver

Hello behind you

I'm nothing like your tv Nosferatu 

Dracula, Orlok, motherfucker Martin

They need to relax like Mugatu

You really only need a couple pints don't be so reckless 

I don't go for the neck

I know it's a stretch

But All I ask is don't stone me yet

Sometimes I'll case the hospital and just steal blood

Even though the taste gets bland after being refrigerated for months 

And I don't steal rare blood types

I swear I'm not a bad vampire

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I died when I was 30

Met the devil in the foyer of the courts of inquisition 

The pontiff talked of garlic, crosses, stake through the heart

And that last one the only part he had right

I tried to tell him

But he wouldn't listen 

You can see his act in my condemnation

As I walk to the stake 

An ancient man sprung from an angry crowd and sunk his teeth in me silently

Instantly the room drained of people and My souls alone with the devil

Three days later I arise from my poorly buried corpse

Hunted the crooked taxman that steal from the poor

And drank him up, delicious

Bury the utensils and dishes

Not a witness would have given notice

And I spent the next 300 years 

draining the earth of its rotted grey matter and here's

What set me apart I drove a stake through the heart of every crook I ever indulged myself in because the world don't need another Dracula

Trust me, he was mad as legion 

So evil that God warned Adam in Eden 

So evil the archangels tired of the specter 

And banished his soul to a far away planet

But anyways

I've been fighting wickedness for nearly 500 years 

And everybody still scared of me, like I want your peers

I helped humanity like the Strait of Magellan

And I finally got that fucker Rockefeller  

Symphonie Pour Un Homme Seul Lyrics

What's the meaning of a symphony

If everybody with the leveled drums all hear it differently?

It's the symmetry of perception and emotion aligning with an open soliloquy 

What's the meaning of a struggle

 if every lonely heart lives it's days inside a bubble?

It's the subtlety of retention and the sofa soaked in hope for rebuttal 

I was young in an ugly world

Jolie laide goggles from a sunny word

Oblivious to hungry forecast 

A roadblock just beyond the door latch

And I was on the brink of a deep death trap waiting 

Covered up by leaves and things that seemed right at place here

Unbeknownst to me the fingerprint of shenanigans 

Swift a windy touch from elbow to simian hand 

Unconsciously bunny ear the page with bunny ears and waste

The page that began to make my food taste synthetic

That ensures ya dude stays indebted

That makes the "you okay"s necessary  

I was not prepared for the storyline unfolding before my aught be weary eyes 

The plot that would cause a nausea eerie wise

The words of a distraught harp player in paradise 

What's the meaning of a symphony

If everybody with the weathered strings all play it differently?

Is there symmetry in perception and emotion or right angle an open soliloquy 

What's the meaning of a struggle

 if all the present bards only play inside a bubble?

Huh funnily the incentive is a soapy globe 

'n no hope for another

...

21 in an ugly world

Jolie laide goggles getting dusty hordes 

Consequence of a hungry forged forecast door latch opened up to desolate dungeon door  

And I am in the depths of a death trap wading

In the misfortune mire with a cordial desolation 

Helpless infant watch the muck invade my boot laces

I spittle on my trousers now rewarded smooth stasis 

Visited once, met the devil in a sheepskin

Graced twice, he pushed a kin out the deep end

Three times, his success leaves me demons

Greet me daily with a taunting alleviate 

But I deny, I reject, I deny the thoughts that intersect and breed a darkness at my desk

Searching for the siren's song and find my long lost ghost I listen to it whisper and this is what It said

What's the meaning of a symphony

If everybody with the damaged lungs all sing it differently?

It's a gift of introspection and emotion aligning with an honest soliloquy 

What's the meaning of a struggle

 if every lonely drop never lives to see a puddle?

It's the nobility of intention and a war zone hopeless joke for some cover 

It's the subtlety of retention and the sofa soaked in hope for rebuttal 

Hell Halo Lyrics

Hell bound angel skipping sand dollars across the Petri dish breeding his distraught mindstate 

Sign the times away

Climate kinda shady some days 

Picking up a dumb waste

Cigarette and skunk Jane

Addicted to the serotonin rush in a touch I'll be out the way in my brain 

aces obliged and a stasis alive in the diatribe I hide

And I can cry and cry

I can fake a die inside

I can shake the finest eye

I can swipe from pipe n flight 

You won't find this simian in the new church of planning apes planet primate I'll be damned if I'm straight if I'm honest I'll be in the gulf of texico oil spill on fire darkest archangel on a sulfur plume with lyre

Pessimist with a half glass lacking brimstone

Tin tone sine wave tires expires when him home 

And I'm gone tell my mom I'll be home safe

Respond to the comment 'you don't say?'

Super frozen on comet for forty days

Jokes another reason I be seasoned for the holy bake

Don't support the holy days dose up on a Jolie laid 

In the middle of a verse about the perks of being chosen slave

In the middle of a sermon I be gripping up my poker face

Listen careful persons, hell is whence I emigrate 

Im going to hell as a life alumni 

I'm going to hell for the poorly decide 

I'm going disheveled bout grass on this side

I'm going for not helping out that one guy 

I'm going to heaven as an alumni

I'm going to heaven because I won't lie

I'm going cuz never I put my nose high

I'm going to shed off the curse of lone life

I'm going to hell with the life alumnus 

I'm going to hell as the endless numbers 

I'm going for envying all the others 

I'm going for not helping out that one guy 

I'm going to heaven with the alumnus

I'm going to heaven because I love such

I'm going cuz no nice to say I'm tongue clot 

I'm going to shed the burden that I acquired 

Rapture of a demon happily ease in appeasing the wizard is your meter working?

Does it capture the evil of a Polaroid rage shake 

Does it pass all the sheets of the state code? 

Do I have  reason to believe this is a shake down? 

Do you need me to remove anything metal and place it down in the bin? Or is this more high tech than that?

I'm just a hint of a sin

King of forgiveness 

Day one he enlists to help 

indifferent 

blind 

Patient 

Kind

Turn the hand around? Naw, you can take all a my time, they be pace around me like a pine on the drive

They be pace around me like an underfoot wallflower

They be on my mind while I overhaul the water tower 

They be gave me guilt when I renovate the phone tower 

They just don't understand, fucking Boomhauer 

But I'm ramblin'

Call the damn ambulance

This man is damned

Watch his hands get clammy and

Watch his eyes residing backwards

Chance we missed to stitch the patchwork

Baby rash to past the pasture

To yesterday it's blurring faster my casket or a haberdasher 

Real Life Lyrics

Give me the rat face

Gimme the glass cage

Gimme the plastic wheel I can claim last place

Call me the bat man

See me out past ten

Feeding on massive antacid tablets damn

Upstairs room of his humid home

Tryna get a punchline out a palindrome

He's thinking of a verb with a bluish tone

And a noun that scholars battle on

But outside in the real world people making money

People paying bills, people supporting others 

Me? I mow the lawn a couple times, I quit my job a couple times and did the opposite of squire, this monotony I'm tired 

And get writers block at the drop of a dime

Stand up, make a slot in the blind 

Paranoid, but I'm docile at times

Need a weed I got the nausea all sides 

Who'd of in the right mind come and give me company?

When all times I'm rambling and bumbling 

When I dine I'm a clumsily sputtering 

Inside my bedroom is disgusting

But you there with ya bright eyes came and gave me company

Somehow like my rambling and bumbling

In my mind I'm dumb and often truncated 

You even find time time to clean my bedroom up

They less than 3 some dumb shit

I less than 3 the sun, shit

Lesson three, the vegetables

Lesson four, the animals

Lesson five, the vitamins

Lesson six, environment 

Lesson two, learning

Lesson one, people

Listen up, evil

Is more potent than a greeting 

Freebies for the witches

Love is but a matchstick 

Passively elastic

Where's the triumph like in flicks 

In the ditch with mysticism isn't this

Real life

Real life

The masses don't side with the criminal born of their spirit 

America

The masses don't remember the harsh truth when they hear it 

Terrible

Truthfully you won't get much from answers in chemicalia 

Mystics

And enemies don't just go their separate ways that much 

Business

The roadrunner rarely eludes the brooding coyote 

Life isn't cartoons

And a tale told a thousand times isn't all that eluding 

Goodnight on the barstool

A feeling is usually misleading and a quick decision is a risk

True

The thing you've always done is probably a path to the abyss

Who?

Who'd have in their right mind stood up to authority?

When all times they be thinning the minority

The I-9 forms ask questions rhetorically

 Bureaucracy got people treating people deplorably

Maniacal inside the guise of helpfulness and helter skelter hidden by the eyes of rebellion crying apathy and desultory mindset in a crime ridden neighborhood evil behind the face of good for all the masses to see but turn the other way and decide to believe that everything's a pretty picture

Everything's a pretty picture

Don't take that away from me

When everything is ugly I want to remember that's really beauty in the terror

When everything is falling apart I can tell myself it's sturdy

What's really real anymore? The lines becoming blurry am I inside a dream am I asleep pinch tell me if this is really real life

Curfew Lyrics

It's like

Lars in the real world

Spongegar on the Truman show

We dem beach boys grinding for a good vibration

Officer, why you issuin citations 

Out here on a sunny day testing human patience 

Focus on gettin that oxygen through the trachea 

Focus on the food and drink

I see you've got a crucifix 

So.. Occult or personality?

Nada roll bones or a social functionality?

I'm not on no retaliate

Who's the king if you're the proletariat?

Who the fuck is Judas Iscariot?

Blame Ben hur on the maker of the chariot

Put the shame on a wooden doll

Cut the name out and put it on top

Lovely dame with the sugar on top

Luck of decade when she wooing the cop

Strut my way with the blues and hip hop

Another day they will get me

(Caught)

So I'm on with my morning

Feelin like goldilocks after eating porridge

Shit, feeling like Dorothy 

Feeling like I'm catching some z's  out on the porch swing 

All of my sensory 

Input is accessory 

To blind spots in my fried mind and my eyes stop

Working sometimes circuits all alight 

Circa late night a dreamer with a pipe

Strut the oak beam to recluse into the attic

Shimmy out the chimney to the roof to spread the ashes

The tick of the clock seems a bit off stretched like elastic 

Ask if I'm in class, I doubt it, perhaps it's that i

Woke up on the wrong side of my bed

Or maybe I woke up on the wrong side of my head 

Feeling like I'm living a dream 

The director yelling action as I'm passing the scene

Woke up on the wrong side of my bed

Or maybe I woke up in the side of my head

Feeling like I'm living a dream

Two universes on the verge of colliding and I am in between 

Things have been going pretty good lately you see

That's Why I'm starting to think that this may be a dream

The top is still spinning

In the background, a rendition of ain't no sunshine on a crawling tempo

Excavate the sprawling metropolis 

I'll be gone tomorrow

Biting On the heels of the fear of the populace

You can find me where it's obvious

Speaking to myself monotonous 

With my knees in my arm whispering pleasantries to the ghost of being in control of my attention span and having a hold on my plot

Im becoming an addict soliciting the spot

Like a mission trip to ask for prayers in the form of dollars

I don't have a job I might be sinking to the bottom

I don't have a yacht but Imma dipping in the harbor

Such a dreamy jellyfish beneath me in the water 

I'm not sure what I'm running from

But I've got steel shoes and a boomerang

I've got three debts that could easily be forgiven

If I could get away from my pursuer, my addiction 

Even wearing nikes I'll lose to snail in a foot race

Even in my dreams I won't be living in a good day

Even on a good day I feel like I am living a nightmare

Peering in the dark and shit I'm only seeing eyes there

The hardly lively stood in corner and grew skiddish grumbling at me Darkly smiling

They're on the woo kick it troubling 

Me I'm on a blue vision wondering if I woke up on the wrong side of my bed

Or maybe I woke up on the wrong side of my head 

Feeling like I'm living a dream 

The director yelling action as I'm passing the scene

Woke up on the wrong side of my bed

Or maybe I woke up in the side of my head

Feeling like I'm living a dream

Two universes on the verge of colliding and I am in between 

Peter Thomas Sound Orchester Lyrics

Hit the hotline 

If you're feeling out of mind

If you're not fine

They suggest you stop crying 

Get ya odd mind 

All up out the low blind 

But One pro multiplied

You'll always get a minus sign 

On the other line 

They will never understand a mind that's dying despite the body being alive 

Tell your friend to dial cuz you're not liable to do anything 273 8255

Post it on ya Facebook you know you saved a soul

And that on the day that's fateful

You'll say you wished you made more effort 

on the shore of heaven ya friend won't hold a bitter before dinner with his wishes so you betta get that guilt up and out a the mind forever

But here in the past I know you can do better hold the head of anybody who needs it

Anyone who's in pieces

Even if you too need it 

capiche?