Sleep in Peace

I sleep at night by the warmth of the fire from The bridges I've burned I keep a light for the moths to admire my words If what comes around goes around Then may it come to me, my turn But I'll sleep in peace knowing finally I will never learn Two middle fingers, let it burn within Fuck your bridge, I'ma learn to swim There's a few little inches in the world to win Brick by brick, build a world within There's a whole lot of threats here to burden men Burn in sin, earn to win, learn to bend, turn the trend Firm the grip, feel the burn Turn the wheel into the earn again Peel the fur from the curse of men, tilt its cursive then With the word of pen-like bird to men and a virgin Earth Reserved from them when the only means is to preserve is then The written word or the spoken one when it's etched in stone 'Til the yoke is sprung, even left alone, the rope is hung To kill oneself for the older ones, for the newer ones are soon to come Like noon in front of the sky saloon, one eye for the eye One eye to the hand, when it's do or die, who gonna die sooner? My mind is my room, to escape is a lie, I deny, you find you In a six by eight 'Til I find that gape through the lines of the gate where the light looms Tycoon meet typhoon, got you tied to a poll for the tide to find you The ebb and flow of letting go To the never can know, to the I knew, I knew Appropriation is pro-creation Know the ancient, know the ain't yet Fucking two things with no relation No one's patient, no one's paid it in full I live in the past Die in the future Sleep in the, sleep in the now Only to-, only to-, only to lie in a new world Wake up in a flash, why? 'Cause the fire is truth that I am a nov-, I-I-I am a nov- I, I am a nova, I am not over, I am on loop here On s'est couché le jour Et levé la nuit Attendant que la mort pointe pour changer d'avis C'est là qu'est la vérité Échouée sur la rive Ne faut-il que des mots d'amour pour donner la vie I sleep at night by the warmth of the fire from The bridges I've burned I keep a light for the moths to admire my words If what comes around goes around Then may it come to me, my turn But I'll sleep in peace, knowing finally I will never learn