Bill Mericle - The Black Sleep Lyrics

Black as night
Imagined slights
In the day
You can't see straight
We all know
You cannot go
Away and back again
Little times
Bad rhymes
Understanding nothing
Just the last thing that you read
You'll get by getting high
Pretending that you're already dead
Some people you already know
Start to tell you where to go
Withering the time away
Pretending it was right to stay
Little times
Bad rhymes
Foggy climes
Foreign chimes

Sleep
Oh black sleep
Sleep
Oh black sleep

Here you go
You made a role
For yourself that you don't know
Little times
Bad rhymes

Sleep
Oh black sleep
Sleep