Insomnia is a curse, yet also a blessing because it is an important tool in creation and self realization.
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Story behind the song
I have insomnia. I have to whisper to make music because the world around me is all comfortably asleep.
Lyrics
Im a social iceberg
you only see 10 percent
the other 90's spent
slinging mud for fun inside my pig pen
and when your all in bed
asleep in a dream state
I stay awake and write
despite the world the surrounds me
and when my songs are finished
stamped and sealed with a kiss
to record this shit I need to
spit with a 6 inch whisper
I take a hit of herb and whisper
tongue twisters for my listeners
hell yes ill make the best of
hours spent as a sound prisoner
volumes at a minimal
til you eat your morning cereal
out of respect for those who need
plenty of rest for work or school
‘Cause jobs and school are stressful
better believe I’ve got my share
but its therapy for me to make beats
instead of nightmares
or staring at the ceiling thinking
when the fuck will I be sleeping
im calm enough but im still stuck
insomnia is hella frequent
grab my pen and paper
to escape from lack of slumber
its no wonder why I stay awake
under frozen tundras
the sun does its part
but my tunes are from the moons womb
verbal lunatic my rhymes are bourne
from the eclipse in my room
I resume dropping whispers
onto microchips
grip the mic with a fist
even though you cant hear it
I’ve gotta whisper.....
I’ve gotta whisper......
I’ve gotta whisper.......
Gotta gotta whisper.......
My mind races & I play with the words which fill these pages
impatiently stayin’ awake to express my many faces
praying one day I’ll remain vacant, I can’t take it
as the steady break of day brings light to this opaqueness
as my lids drop the beat kicks off to delta imagery
rapid third-eye movement, my pulse with no consistency
yet in the frequency to receive my epiphany
a symphony of thoughts & I can’t sleep ‘cause im still listening
envisioning pastel dreams of the world that we’re living in
a circle plus regression is the only proper synonym
I dodge the pebbles fast as I shower in this hour glass
don’t flip it back so time stands still, we can make it last
blast off to another frequency of thought
the light is blinding here but im still stuck in the dark
while sinking in the sand I land and crack the glass off
revealing time’s a prison and a race which all sought
so with these walls broken...time is frozen, no motion
no commotion, but the notion that life’s finally ambrosian
ultimately connected to this ocean of love
the harmony the balance and that’s more than enough
half supine, out of my mind, but that’s fine
‘cause I find that sometimes I can fully reach the divine
the truest, universal flow of music
insomnia’s my tool, I use it
to squeeze my mental juice into fluid
then I consume it, to be in tune with the truth
a lucid view of this illusion
a soothing fusion of real and delusion
which lay congruent in unison
then comes the rude conclusion, ringing confusion
so im choosing to revisit it through a snooze hit
Carpe Nachtem....Pacem Pacem
Creature of the Night Third Eye REM
