Twenty One Pilots

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Ode to Sleep

I wake up fine and dandy

But then by the time I find it handy

To rip my heart apart and start

Planning my crash landing

I go up to the ceiling

Then I feel my soul start leaving

Like an old man's hair receding

I'm pleading, "Please, oh please!"

On my knees repeatedly asking

Why it's got to be like this

Is this living free?

I don't wanna be the one

To have the sun's blood on my hands

I'll tell the moon

Take this weapon, forged in darkness

Some see a pen, I see harpoon

I'll stay awake

'Cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight

Why am I not scared in the morning?

I don't hear those voices calling

I must have kicked them out

I swear I heard demons yelling

Those crazy words they were spelling

They told me I was gone

But I tell 'em

Why won't you let me go

Do I threaten all your plans?

I'm insignificant

Please tell 'em

You have no plans for me

I will set my soul on fire

What have I become?

On the eve of a day that's forgotten and fake

As the trees, they await, and clouds anticipate

The start of a day when we put on our face

A mask that portrays that we don't need grace

On the eve of a day that is bigger than us

But we open our eyes, 'cause we're told that we must

And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead

Desperately yelling, "There's something we need!"

I'm not free, I asked forgiveness three times

Same amount that I denied, I three-time MVP'd this crime

I'm afraid to tell you who I adore

Won't tell you who I'm singing towards

Metaphorically, I'm a whore, and that's denial number four