Still

Sleep

Think of how sheep go 1, 2, 3

Think of a space no you no me

Letting your breath go easily

So much of space to navigate

Reason and law lose all their weight

Seeing it almost all the way

Then rushing up to incomplete

It's lowering into water

It's sinking deep into sound

It's a god it's a ghost

I should swing but arm's won't

Call the curse of the host

While I still stay so still

Like levity in its start

Then ripped apart by what's dark

So unfamiliar still so still

I lay still so

Still

I lay so

Still

Yea Dr. Strange I bust the timeline

Dusty Rhodes I tell you hard times

This lyrical flow is a lifeline

Up out the pit where you'd get slimed

Remember to cover the tip line

For all of my people on that side

Remember the truth is where you decide

Remember the proof is where you reside

It's such a fine line that's the problem

I know

It seems like it's a gift that's the curse

I know

It's only ever fair if for all

I know

I know

I know

I know

I know

Sleep

It's a god it's a ghost

I should swing but arm's won't

Call the curse of the host

While I still stay so still

Like levity in its start

Then ripped apart by what's dark

So unfamiliar still so still

I lay still so

Still

I lay so