SLEEPWALKER

I done spent a decade in a prison in my head

Just to figure out the keys were in the bed

Guilty thinking I was on the inside lookin' out except instead

I'm on the outside lookin' in playin' pretend

Auto pilot wildin', demons smiling saying time for violence

I might put you on a diet where the "t" is silent

Inner child hiding fighting always picking violets

I might suicide him finding peace in everything is childish

I know that the devil wishing he could get his dance

I already sold my soul to get a million in advance