There are these terrors...
I now present the songstory sequel to "Mama," set to the song "Sleep." Better if you read it and have the song playing at the same time.
"There are these terrors and...it's like..."
"It feels like as if someone was gripping my...there are these terrors, and it feels like as if someone was gripping my throat."
"Like last night, they're not like tremors, they're worse than tremors, they're these terrors...like last night, they're not like tremors, they're worse than tremors, they're these terrors."
"And it's like, it feels like as if someone was gripping my throat and squeezing and...it feels like as if someone was gripping my throat..."
Some say now suffer all the children
And walk away a savior
Or a madman and polluted from gutter institutions
Don't you breathe for me
Undeserving of your sympathy
Cause there ain't no way that I'm sorry for what I did
And through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it
So shut your eyes
Kiss me good-bye
And sleep
Just sleep
The hardest part is letting go of your dreams
A drink for the horror that I'm in
For the good guys and the bad guys
For the monsters that I've been
Three cheers for tyranny
Unapologetic apathy
Cause there ain't no way that I'm coming back again
And through it all
How could you cry for me?
Cause I don't feel bad about it
So shut your eyes
Kiss me good-bye
And sleep
Just sleep
The hardest part's the awful things that I've seen
"Sometimes I see flames, and I see people that I love dying...and it's always..."
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep
Just sleep!
Just sleep!
Just sleep!
"Wake up!"
"Wake up!"
"Wake up!"
"And I can't...I can't wake up."
It should be noted that the day after a long cry, it still kind of hurts to inhale.
Quote of the Day: "He wasn't dead. He is now."
~June