| Please don’t lay me down to sleep
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| Or else my soul won’t be to keep
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| Life draining while you’re beneath
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| Beneath your sweat stained sheets
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| My disorder
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| Grows stronger
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| I have control no longer
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| I want to explain my misery but everyone suggests that I be stronger
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| I’m a dead beat
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| The longer I sleep
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| The lesser that my souls to keep
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| Natural death come take me
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| You can see the callous on my hands and feet
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| From me clawing at my skin, to let the terrors bleed
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| Let the terrors bleed, let this filth secrete
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| Natural death be the catalyst that takes me
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| The DMT is rotting through my brain and it breaks me, it breaks me
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| Now I’ve just learned to dread sleep
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| Cause I’m a dead beat
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| From me clawing at my head, I said I’m a dead beat
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| Still dead in the head and it turns out I’m a dead beat
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| Forever will I dread sleep
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| It’s from the same stench that lingers
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| I’ve taken so much damage, that now I’m pointing fingers
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| Please don’t lay me down to sleep
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| Or else my soul won’t be to keep
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| Life draining while you’re beneath
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| Beneath your sweat stained sheets
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| I try and I try, to get a brief moment of peace
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| But my disorder keeps all my happiness, dull and brief
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| Well now I dread sleep, from my disorder
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| I have control no longer
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| I want to explain my misery but everyone suggests I have a
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| A sleep disorder
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| I have control no longer
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| It’s safe to say, I guess I have a
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| A sleep disorder, sleep disorder |