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(Verse 1) (Beat: Heavy, distorted 808s. Sparse, eerie synth pluck. Sound of a clock ticking, then suddenly cutting out) Three-fifteen. The ceiling is breathing, the static is loud. I can smell the sulfur, I can taste the cloud. I didn't wake up—I just broke the seal, Now the sweat on my neck is the only thing real. I’m tracing the outlines of shadows that shift, Between the subconscious and the conscious rift. They don't use doors, they just fold through the wall, Standing six-inches short, making me feel small. I tried to pray to a God I don’t know, But the demons in the dream told me "nowhere to go." They don’t want my soul, nah, they want my sleep, Sowing seeds of a panic they intend to reap. (Chorus) (Beat: Drops into a slow, crushing trap groove. Deep bass. Atmospheric echoes) Three A.M. and the lock clicks twice, Playing Russian Roulette with some loaded dice. Woke up screaming but the room is dead, Got a choir of monsters dancing in my head. (Wait) Yeah, they haunt the REM, they haunt the deep, The only time I’m losing is when I’m asleep. Three A.M. and the ceiling starts to bleed, I’m planting nightmares, now I’m harvesting the seed. (Verse 2) (Beat: Double-time flow. Percussion gets frantic. Sound of a heartbeat speeding up) Check the clock—three-twelve—now the air getting thin, Where does the nightmare end and the waking begin? I see ‘em in the corner, just a flicker of gray, The things that I bury by the light of the day. They got faces like mirrors, they show me my flaws, Tearing through my confidence with jagged-edge claws. "You’re just a ghost in your own damn skin," That’s the whisper I hear before the vertigo spins. I’m fighting a war with a closed-eye blade, In a kingdom of salt where the memories fade. I tried to stay awake, kept the coffee on brew, But the sandman’s a demon and he’s coming for you too. (Bridge) (Beat: Everything cuts out except a haunting, distorted vocal sample and a slow, thumping bass) (Slowly) Don’t close your eyes. Don’t let the eyelid flicker. The dark is getting hungry... And the blood is getting thicker. (Whisper) *They’re still here.* (Outro) (Beat: Returns to the heavy 808s but slower, fading out) Three-forty. The sun is a lie. Just a different shade of gray in a charcoal sky. I’ll close my eyes for a second... Just a second... (Sound of a sharp intake of breath) (Beat cuts abruptly) (Whisper) *Got you.*