This is a song about "Sleeping bags"

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

While you were pretending to be sleeping

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Leave you in body bags before ems arrive,

Fuckboys better wake up with all that sleeping

Now this is what i call an evening

And i'm sick of not sleeping,

The time is now, on everything

Wake the fuck up and hear me, you must be sleeping

So, suicide i perceive, before i slide on that ring

Procrastion, penetration, and to speak while you sleeping

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

I hear it when i'm sleeping

About the way i'm feeling

Fuck trout, you bout? let's fish for ice

The mirror, bags under my eyes,