[VERSE 1 - DEADPAN, FLAT AFFECT] My hands killed someone last night I watched them do it Couldn't stop them Didn't try [LONG INSTRUMENTAL SECTION] [Bass locks into 7/8, heavy and distorted] [Drums enter slowly, building unease through repetition] [Guitar minimal, dissonant, angular] [Everything hypnotic but disturbing] [No climax, just pressure] [24 bars of pure dread] [VERSE 2] The body was familiar But I couldn't place the face Kept changing Every time I looked Different person Same ending [PRE-CHORUS] And I woke up Hands still shaking But clean [CHORUS - SPARSE, UNSETTLING] My sleeping self Is not me But my hands Are still my hands Wrapped around something That won't stop Dying My sleeping self Knows things That I don't know Yet [INSTRUMENTAL SECTION] [Drums shift pattern within 7/8 - creates dissonance] [Bass becomes more aggressive, distorted] [Guitar layers in, creating almost nauseating harmony] [Everything mathematical but wrong] [16 bars of building unease] [VERSE 3] I've killed seven people In the last two weeks Different methods Same satisfaction I remember the feeling Not the faces [VERSE 4 - CONVERSATIONAL] Consider: Your sleeping self Is awake When you're asleep It's you But it's not But it is And it's been awake Longer than you have [BRIDGE - ALMOST SPOKEN, CLINICAL] There's a theory That we're fragments Divided into waking And sleeping And the sleeping one Is more honest Less restrictions Less programming Just Action What if violence is the true language And everything else Is the translation We learned to make you comfortable [VERSE 5] The hands remember Everything The mind forgets But the hands Keep acting Night after night Building muscle memory Of things that haven't happened Yet Or maybe They have [VERSE 6] I don't feel guilty That's what unsettles me Waking up from murdering Someone And feeling Nothing Just curiosity About how it felt The weight of the body The resistance The release [INSTRUMENTAL BUILD] [Everything becomes heavier, more aggressive] [7/8 pattern stays but feels suffocating] [Bass and drums lock together, creating wall of sound] [Guitar screams underneath, distorted but controlled] [20 bars of building dread with no release] [FINAL CHORUS] My sleeping self Is the real one Awake and acting While I pretend to rest My hands Know what they're doing I'm just the witness Still pretending That I'm asleep [OUTRO - EXTENDED INSTRUMENTAL] [Bass and drums stay locked in 7/8] [Everything slows but doesn't resolve] [Guitar sustains dissonant note] [The 7/8 pattern becomes hypnotic through repetition] [Feels like it's never going to stop] [Just stops mid-pattern] [Silence] [Then a single sound - like a heartbeat, like breathing, like hands clenching] Sleeping Sleeping Sleeping hands Still moving
