Ode To Sleep
Twenty One Pilots Lyrics

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 start my day feeling good, but eventually I give in to my self-destructive tendencies and plan for my own downfall.

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
I feel like I'm rising, but at the same time I'm losing myself and my energy. I plead for help.

On my knees repeatedly asking Why it's got to be like this? Is this living free?
I keep asking why my life has to be such a struggle, wondering if this is what it means to be truly alive and 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 a harpoon
I don't want to be responsible for destruction and chaos, so I aim my anger and frustration at the night rather than the day. I see my pen, my creativity, as a weapon to fight against my inner demons.

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
I used to wake up afraid and hearing negative voices, but now I don't hear them anymore. However, I still hear the demons and their words of doubt and fear.

But I'll tell them "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
I confront my inner demons and ask why they won't let go of me, questioning if I'm getting in the way of their plans. I remind myself that I am not important to them, that they have no plans for me, and declare my determination to fight back and transform myself.

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
As a new day approaches, I notice how false and artificial it is, with nature waiting for it and trying to signal something important. I reflect on how we all put on a mask that makes us seem like we don't need help or support.

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 realize that this day is more than just about myself, it's something much bigger and important. We can't help but obey our societal conventions and expectations, but nature tries to signal that we need something more.

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 feel guilty and ashamed, asking for forgiveness multiple times but also denying it just as much. I am afraid to be honest about who I truly admire and care for, and my dishonesty makes me feel cheap and used.

You have no plans for me I will set my soul on fire What have I become? I'm sorry
I declare to my inner demons one last time that they have no hold on me. I vow to transform myself and ignite my passion, and apologize for who I've been in the past.