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Sleep Paralysis
05:00
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Inside my friends are joking with me,
outside the Sun is starving to death.
Climbing in kitchens and filling with fear,
losing my memory, losing my breath.
Outside she stands, alone, under threat.
Inside I watch her murder unfold.
Stabbed by a woman consumed by fear,
her life's story forever untold.
I crouch and curl up and cower in terror—
the hands of the Empire reach into my dream
and make me a hypnagogue, trapped 'twixt realities—
the truth I must face is not what it seems.
(Even in dreams, I am not secure;
the safety of sleep offers me no cure
or refuge for my broken head.
Perhaps devils lurk within my bed.)
The murderess pins me down to the table
as flesh enters flesh and I can't move away
from the NOTHING inside me, realer than real,
that breaks me, transfixes me, seizes my day.
I move to escape but I'm held back harder.
Darkness increases, brutality swells.
I'm supposed to be safe and snug in my bed,
but I'm gone in my head, plunged into Hell.
I say to myself, "Well, just lie back and enjoy it,
you're not getting out of this anytime soon."
And I couldn't move, and it just hurt so much,
reality itself seemed to be out of tune.
And then I awoke, and I felt like shit—
At home in my body for the very first time.
This kind of suffering can shape who you are,
but it's without reason, it just has no rhyme.
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Able Danger
03:46
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I am the man from the Propaganda Due lodge.
I am here to throw you in a big hodgepodge
of lies and truth and strange reality.
It's far too odd for your little eyes to see.
It's a clear and able danger
to follow as it keeps getting stranger.
You'll never know the world,
you'll never know what's real.
You'll never get better if you have no time to heal.
We are here to put you in a deep state of mind,
and what you're about to know is very hard to find
'cause nothing in your head is safe from prying.
It takes a lot of blood to get you crying.
It's a clear and able danger
to follow as it keeps getting stranger.
You'll never know yourself,
you'll never know what's there.
You'll never find rest if you always have a burden to bear.
It's a clear and able danger
to follow as it keeps getting stranger.
You'll never understand,
you'll never get away.
You must make peace, 'cause your only option's to stay.
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