SLEEPERS Lyrics

Prophet of doom blames my tears
Everything has gone in the dark
Prophet of doom blames my tears
Everything has gone in the dark
Looking back on yesterday
Looking back of yesterday of me
The touch of a cold blunts my thought
The touch of warm draws dim memory
It's in the sky

I'll try to confute myself in front of me
I'll try to confute myself in front of me

Looking back on yesterday
Looking back of yesterday of me
The touch of a cold blunts my thought
The touch of warm draws dim memory
It's in the sky
I put the little paper which the meaningless number
Is written away in the pocket
And go out of the cube to shine

My memory, my reflection, my f*****' sin
I shut my eyes and b*** my tongue
Prophet of doom blames my tears
Prophet of doom, she blames my f*****' tears

No, I may go f*****' mad from the cause
No, I may go f*****' mad from the cause

I'll try to confute myself in front of me
I'll try to confute myself in front of me
In front of f*****' me