HYPNAGOGIC HALLUCINATIONS lyrics
by The Narcissist Cookbook
--ey heard a soft rapping upon the upper windows, and a chorus of scraping and rasping as though a dense forest were pressed flush against the walls of their tower
But of course there was no forest
And there had never been a forest
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I find it really difficult to sleep
Without some sort of sound playing
Because
When on the rare occassions I am
Forced to sleep in silence
I hear things
Sometimes it's something nice
There's an orchestra I hear somеtimes
I hear them tuning up
And thеn they play some composition
That I don't recognise
Most of the time, though
All I hear are
Voices
Lots of voices
All at once
Distant and indistinct to begin with like
Like I'm sitting in a busy cafeteria
You know?
I can't pick out the words
But
Eventually
As I drift off
One of the voices becomes louder
Than the others
I--
It's difficult to explain this
To somebody who hasn't experienced it
But
It really feels
Like somebody has leant over me
In my bed
And spoken
Directly
Into my
Ear
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-- the echo of her call took so long to return that she almost mistook it for the voice of another - lost, like her, in the vast, seemingly endless hallway