Baby Don't Sleep - clipping.

What the fuck is you thinkin'

Better yet where the fuck is you goin'?

Get back to no star mappin'

Out here nobody knowin'

Time flyin' and you figured

You’d fly right along with it

Not hearin' no warnings

In the morning you go get it

Like thruster throttle play that out

Move a half a moon around

A galaxy you play that down

Like it’s nothing, nothing out

Of nothing leaves you wishin'

Every day that they was still around

Soakin' in the corridor corroding

While you mill about

‘Bout a million miles a millimeter

Doesn’t really mean nothing

‘Cause your body is bone marrow

And blood can never be trusted

It won’t last to the nearest

Destination because functions

You could load into the chamber

And treat sleep like it’s a punch-in

Space is wavy, follow form it, analyze it spectrally

The specter in the spectrum

On inspection is an entity

You call it god, or man, or woman

Love or hope, it’s all the same

A nickel-bag philosophy, a beta boost inside a brain

No home, you’ve been there

Clearly off safety

No destination

No time for waiting

Saviors are fiction

Memories fading like ghosts, ghosts, go

Baby don’t sleep

Baby don’t sleep too much

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Conversation is tough when ya think

Too much ‘bout the medals

Most time is spent silently

Just monitoring your levels

Scanning for the Clay Ark

And the blood pressure, and stay dark

It’s off long enough so your days aren’t

Just arbitrary, though they are

Nothing is familiar

So the strange become the family

Analogies are old and useless

When was the last time you had a tree

For reference or for reverence

Irrevocable amnesty

For sure, by now, you’re so far gone

To track would be insanity

Ingrain all the membranes

You get conscience as a dark spot

Heavier than the other antimatters

In your stark thoughts

Can’t shake what you’ve done

No matter how far you outrun it

Amass that with the false fact

That somebody is coming

Delusional is easier than self examination

But you gotta make a choice of where you’re going

Because staying is surrendering

Since you might be the last that’s not an option

Get your shit together, lover boy, stop looking at the clock

No home, you’ve been there

Clearly off safety

No destination

No time for waiting

Saviors are fiction

Memories fading like ghosts, ghosts, go

Baby don’t sleep

Baby don’t sleep too much

Baby don’t sleep

Baby don’t sleep too much

Baby don’t sleep

Baby don’t sleep too much

Baby don’t sleep

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