Sleep Paralysis Or The Sound Of Something Trying Not To Make A Sound Lyrics

Sleep Paralysis Or The Sound Of Something Trying Not To Make A Sound lyrics

It was somwhere around Sheffield where my conscious concedes. Fiction halts, the
drugs began to wear

thin. Colored obvious, the world slid off it's tilt. Waking up each night, from
the gravitational pull.

What is the sound of something trying not to make a sound? So sick of all the
same old shit, so spent on

being sick. Will everybody wake up before it gets too late? Ghost wrote in the
middle of the night,

chocking and abvious. Will everybody wake up before it gets too late? Always
afraid, afraid of what the

truth may bring. The last horse has finally crossed the finish line. Long and
clever titles doesn't bring

a clever song. This show has been going down hill since season one. Just an
open book reading itself to

sleep...So sick of all the same old shit, so spent on being sick. Will
everybody wake up (wake up, wakeup)

before it gets too late? Undone in the middle of the night, strinkingly
obvious. Will everybody wake

up (wake up, wake up) before it gets too late? So sick of all the same old
shit, so spent on being sick.

Will everybody wake up (wake up, wake up) before it gets too late? So
tired...so tired...Will everybody

wake up (wake up, wake up) before it gets too late?