Don't Open Your Eyes

Red Dust Siren

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Red Dust Siren

progressive djent, metalcore, experimental metal

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[Low, suffocating djent pulse — slow irregular guitar pattern, enormous restrained drums; high dissonant guitar note hangs above the riff]

Don't open your eyes.

That's what I said.

Nothing is here.

Stay in the bed.

Nothing can touch you.

Nothing got in.

Nothing is breathing

against your skin.

[The riff repeats — one beat disappears]

Don't open your eyes.

Count up to four.

One.

Two.

Three—

[Pause]

What happened to four?

Start it again.

Count it out slow.

Something is standing

where nothing should go.

[Drums enter harder; vocal remains sung and intelligible]

I KNOW THERE IS NOTHING.

I KNOW WHAT IS TRUE.

SO WHY DOES THE NOTHING

KEEP MOVING TOWARD YOU?

I KNOW I'M AWAKE.

I KNOW I'M ALIVE.

I KNOW THERE IS NOTHING—

DON'T OPEN YOUR EYES.

[Instrumental — crushing low guitars repeat a four-note figure that keeps arriving one beat too early]

Move your left hand.

Nothing.

Your right.

Nothing.

Your tongue won't obey you.

Your lungs feel too tight.

Say your own name.

You know how it goes.

Your mouth makes the shape.

Nothing comes through your throat.

[High guitar becomes increasingly dissonant]

Don't think about footsteps.

There weren't any feet.

Don't think about breathing.

Just follow the beat.

Don't think about something

that knows you're awake.

Don't think about how long

a second can take.

[Music compresses into a brutally repetitive pulse]

It's not getting closer.

It's not even there.

It's not getting closer.

There's nothing to fear.

It's not getting closer.

It's all in your mind.

It's not getting closer.

It's—

[Dead stop]

behind.

[One enormous chord]

NO.

[Full band returns]

I KNOW THERE IS NOTHING.

I KNOW WHAT IS TRUE.

I KNOW THERE IS NOTHING

THAT'S LOOKING AT YOU.

I KNOW I'M AWAKE.

I KNOW I'M ALIVE.

IF NOTHING IS HERE—

WHY CAN'T I OPEN MY EYES?

[Instrumental — rhythm guitars become violently syncopated while a thin, beautiful lead melody repeats overhead]

Just move one finger.

That's all that you need.

One little movement.

One little seed.

Come on.

Come—

[Finger moves]

[Everything suddenly releases into a simpler groove]

There.

See?

Nothing was wrong.

Nothing was here.

It already feels gone.

Open your eyes now.

You've made it outside.

[Long pause]

So why are you keeping

them closed

this time?

[Low riff returns very quietly]

Don't open your eyes.

That's what I said.

Nothing is here.

[Pause]

Stay in the bed.

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[Low, suffocating djent pulse — slow irregular guitar pattern, enormous restrained drums; high dissonant guitar note hangs above the riff] Don't open your eyes. That's what I said. Nothing is here. Stay in the bed. Nothing can touch you. Nothing got in. Nothing is breathing against your skin. [The riff repeats — one beat disappears] Don't open your eyes. Count up to four. One. Two. Three— [Pause] What happened to four? Start it again. Count it out slow. Something is standing where nothing should go. [Drums enter harder; vocal remains sung and intelligible] I KNOW THERE IS NOTHING. I KNOW WHAT IS TRUE. SO WHY DOES THE NOTHING KEEP MOVING TOWARD YOU? I KNOW I'M AWAKE. I KNOW I'M ALIVE. I KNOW THERE IS NOTHING— DON'T OPEN YOUR EYES. [Instrumental — crushing low guitars repeat a four-note figure that keeps arriving one beat too early] Move your left hand. Nothing. Your right. Nothing. Your tongue won't obey you. Your lungs feel too tight. Say your own name. You know how it goes. Your mouth makes the shape. Nothing comes through your throat. [High guitar becomes increasingly dissonant] Don't think about footsteps. There weren't any feet. Don't think about breathing. Just follow the beat. Don't think about something that knows you're awake. Don't think about how long a second can take. [Music compresses into a brutally repetitive pulse] It's not getting closer. It's not even there. It's not getting closer. There's nothing to fear. It's not getting closer. It's all in your mind. It's not getting closer. It's— [Dead stop] behind. [One enormous chord] NO. [Full band returns] I KNOW THERE IS NOTHING. I KNOW WHAT IS TRUE. I KNOW THERE IS NOTHING THAT'S LOOKING AT YOU. I KNOW I'M AWAKE. I KNOW I'M ALIVE. IF NOTHING IS HERE— WHY CAN'T I OPEN MY EYES? [Instrumental — rhythm guitars become violently syncopated while a thin, beautiful lead melody repeats overhead] Just move one finger. That's all that you need. One little movement. One little seed. Come on. Come on. Come— [Finger moves] [Everything suddenly releases into a simpler groove] There. See? Nothing was wrong. Nothing was here. It already feels gone. Open your eyes now. You've made it outside. [Long pause] So why are you keeping them closed this time? [Low riff returns very quietly] Don't open your eyes. That's what I said. Nothing is here. [Pause] Stay in the bed.

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