If sleep is the cousin of death
Then every blink is closer to my last breath
And my life is flying fast
Because I wasn't born to last
But I will run until all my nightmares run away
Because I'm afraid of my tomorrows becoming todays
Which are filled with inspiration and debt
Cigarettes, stress, and inherited mess
Cleaning up all the clutter to peace
I will eventually find my release
But when I sleep I see war
And violent things I never bargained for
So I'll stay away till I see red and blue
And my eyes will fight but I will refuse
Because sleep is the cousin of death
But every blink is closer to my last breath
this was very much inspired by blue scholars