Poprocks & Coke (a JFK / Lee Harvey Oswald Fanfic)

53: Ode to Sleep

Monday 21st October 2013

Washington D.C.

HARVEY'S P.O.V.

I have been enjoying my retirement days so far, I spend them writing tons and tons of books about my most favoured subject, ASTRONOMY. I have received a lot of positive feedback from my scientific collections of knowledge, I also enjoy the stereotypical odd fishing trip now and again but most of the time I am writing away my time on my specified scientific topic of interest. I discovered a little two man band called Twenty One Pilots six years ago, they brought out their second album just this January, nine months ago the first song off of their latest album Vessel is called Ode to Sleep; the lyrics I can now relate to since I'm apparently an old age pensioner, yeah right! I'm still young at heart y'know.
The lyrics to the tøp song Ode to Sleep are:

I wake up fine and dandy but then by the time I find it handy
To rip my heart apart and start
Planning my crash landing
I go up, up, up, up, up to the ceiling
Then I feel my soul start leaving
Like an old man's hair receding
I'm pleading, please, oh please
On my knees repeatedly asking
Why it's got to be like this
Is this living free?
I don't wanna be the one be the one to have the sun's blood on my hands
I'll tell the moon
Take this weapon, forged in darkness
Some see a pen, I see harpoon
I'll stay awake
'Cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight
Why am I not scared in the morning?
I don't hear those voices calling
I must have kicked them out
I must have kicked them out
I swear I heard demons yelling
Those crazy words they were spelling
They told me I was gone
They told me I was gone
But I tell 'em
Why won't you let me go
Do I threaten all your plans?
I'm insignificant
Please tell 'em
You have no plans for me
I will set my soul on fire
What have I become, I'll tell 'em all
On the eve of a day that's forgotten and fake
As the trees, they await, and clouds anticipate
The start of a day when we put on our face
A mask that portrays that we don't need grace
On the eve of a day that is bigger than us
But we open our eyes, cause we're told that we must
And the trees wave their arms and the clouds try to plead
Desperately yelling, there's something we need
I'm not free, I asked forgiveness three times
Same amount that I denied, I three-time MVP'd this crime
I'm afraid to tell you who I adore
Won't tell you who I'm singing towards
Metaphorically, I'm a whore, and that's denial number four
I'll stay awake
'Cause the dark's not taking prisoners tonight oh oh oh
Why am I not scared in the morning?
I don't hear those voices calling
I must have kicked them out
I must have kicked them out
I swear I heard demons yelling
Those crazy words they were spelling
They told me I was gone
They told me I was gone
But I tell 'em
Why won't you let me go
Do I threaten all your plans?
I'm insignificant
Please tell 'em
You have no plans for me
I will set my soul on fire
What have I become?
I tell 'em
You have no plans for me
I will set my soul on fire
What have I become?
I tell 'em
I tell 'em
I tell 'em
I tell 'em
Please tell 'em
You have no plans for me
I will set my soul on fire
What have I become?
I'm sorry
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*All rights go to: Twenty One Pilots
Written by: Tyler Joseph*