Floatin above me, gaseous like gastly
I stare at it, and it stares right back gladly
California's coastline, where I write badly
Oddly, I got a frozen body, sadly
Every night it's another sleep paralysis
And when I'm awake, analysis paralysis
Will I be this way until I'm on dialysis
Or will some psychoanalyst put me on urinalysis
Aware, but unable to move or speak
A specter above me is starin, who forsees
He's like Thomas, there's really only two stories (demon voice)
One where you stand up, one where you choose your knees
So though I'm quite frightened by this whatever the fuck
I think he's tryin' to tell me not to ever succumb
To never fuckin quit never settle for crumbs
Never let conundrums ever shut off the drums, no
The happiest town, the place I was born in
I was unstable before Bush was sworn in
I had friends that took advantage of the fact that
I had no dad and I kinda abhorred them
Smoked weed so I'd forget dreams in the mornin'
Was always chasin' synthetic endorphins
But the sleep specter was always a thorn in my side
So I just decided to explore him
So the next day, I started to record them
The painful memories I deeply stored them
Like all the times surgeries were performed in
My youthful body without any warnin'
The sleep specter, at first was quite foreign
It felt like a bad intruded had forced in
But since I faced him while awake, yet snorin'
I no longer think about my life post mordem