Name: Sleep Doctor
Duration: P00H01M57S
Description: prod. Julian Durbin

Sleep Doctor

by oracle

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lyrics

|sleep doctor|
spit like the stick tip of Zulu
beneath Vesuvius, my craft and spirit wont hold,
faith early, pearly gates remain jaded
fully automate a freight train, I keep cargo in these lines
sleep doctor, fishing out the pilot ones,
diver at the storms front,
born hunter warring at the core,
strung across the rafters,
anaesthetist imposed to self
lonely as the roaming time lord
cloak hope in book of matches struck infinity
sacrilege is that of what the man protest, infected
seraphim wing spread where angels won't tread
it's realistic
reached into the deep pits to spit this
jettison my valour in my ballads, emptying the barracks frame
out upon the far reach of Gallifrey
I'm sky bannering the stratosphere coverings bring covenants
these plasmavores animate up in my chasms
//
sleep doctor, fishing out the pilot ones,
diver at the storms front,
born hunter warring at the core,
sleep doctor, dreaming of a brighter sun
cyberlink, the source drunk
thorn clutcher orbiting the fort
sleep doctor, wishes on designer drums,
pirate with a sore lung,
form thunder, wallow in rapport
sleep doctor, sleep doctor
//
dial a scope, fury in the fibres,
grown to find pyro tones defined,
hope like to strive for bright times,
anchored but I see the pride,
will the seas rise or apocolypse (first)
none bother me rocking the shock absorbed honour verse
horror forrest laurels wait words,
and I mean they weigh words for penny drops,
or droplets from a tongue beckoning love letters
of Neptunes delight for some semblance of swept skies,
rept a prose flight like I float the shrive,
write to soak the fantastic form,
totum stand true, signs divine claritys
storm sweller for blots of ink to plot clever,
I log treasure and stop not to rest but fester then bring weather,
In ten forms,
bury me very deep cellars of skeletons weep when,
centipedes writhe from eye socket to feet,