Sleep Paralysis
I glance through the mirror on a moonless night.
I see my reflection glare on this moonless night.
The shadows consume my face and fear
of the dark. Oh, I wish I had a light.
A smoldering cigarette. I distract myself with a smoke.
Light me up, little zippo, I gotta have a smoke.
There's witches in the walls and clowns
eating my face have never been a joke.
My room is a barren hole. Get me to a hotel.
My bed provides no comfort. I'm going to a hotel.
There the lightbulbs never go out,
halogen certainty releases me from my hell.
Under my blanket I hide my face.
The monsters can't get me if I have no face.
That's the only reassurance I can get
while I'm stuck in this haunted place.
No one has died here. No, there aren't any angels.
I don't believe in the devil, and there aren't any angels.
Faithless and frozen, I succumb to the supernatural,
waiting for the sounds of morning churchbells.
I won't be able to move, but my bed will shake.
There is no earthquake, but my bed will shake.
That old hag visits me tonight. Sure, I know Queen Mab.
I don't think I'm asleep, but I sure hope I'm not awake.
