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