☾ ⊘ SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON ⊘ ☽ 𖤐 ⌁ † BY // BLACKTHORN RIOT † ⌁ 𖤐

Dark, disturbing 90s Nu Metal and Alternative Metal with raw Grunge elements, Extremely rhythmic, paranoid, claustrophobic and emotionally unstable, Downtuned guitars use dissonant chords, percussive muted riffs, eerie harmonics, scraping noises and sudden explosive attacks, Bass is huge, dirty and highly prominent, with elastic, rattling grooves and unsettling rhythmic movement, Raw drums with punchy kick, cracking snare, tribal tom patterns and nervous stop-start rhythms, Violins act like another damaged instrument: thin scratches, nervous stabs, trembling dissonance and frantic rhythmic bowing during the breakdown, Male vocals shift between intimate whispers, exhausted singing, anxious muttering, strained cries and explosive anguished screams, Use unsettling vocal layers and distant whispers sparingly, Breakdown becomes primal, chaotic and brutally rhythmic, Dirty 90s production, huge dynamics, uncomfortable silence, raw human imperfections, Paranoid, Groovy, Frightened, Vulnerable

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[Intro]

[Thin violin scratching softly]

I know there's nothing there.

I checked.

So why is the door

moving?

[Verse 1]

Three seventeen
Red numbers on the wall

I haven't slept
I haven't moved

I hear something
in the hall

[Short nervous violin twitch]

Scratch.

Stop.

Scratch.

Stop.

Probably pipes.

Probably rain.

Probably my fucking head

doing it again.

I pull the blanket to my chin
Like I'm still eight years old

Funny how fear gets older

but never really grows up.

[Pre-Chorus]

Don't turn it off.

[Violin trembling uneasily]

I know it sounds stupid

but please...

DON'T TURN IT OFF.

[Chorus]

I SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON

'CAUSE THE DARK KNOWS TOO MUCH

EVERY SHADOW HAS A FACE

EVERY WALL FEELS LIKE IT'S WATCHING

[Violin stabbing sharply]

I SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON

BUT IT DOESN'T FUCKING HELP

'CAUSE THE THING I'M HIDING FROM

IS ALREADY

IN MY HEAD.

[Verse 2]

Four twenty-six
I'm counting cracks again

One looks like a crooked mouth

Another looks like him.

[Low unsettling violin phrase]

No.

Don't think about that.

Think about anything else.

The ceiling.

The window.

The stain beside the shelf.

Anything.

Anything but...

[Sudden violin scrape]

There it is again.

That memory
with its dirty little fingers

knocking from inside.

[Pre-Chorus]

Don't close your eyes.

[Violin rising nervously]

Every time I do

I see everything

I buried

still alive.

[Chorus]

I SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON

'CAUSE THE DARK KNOWS TOO MUCH

EVERY SHADOW HAS A FACE

EVERY WALL FEELS LIKE IT'S WATCHING

[Violin cutting violently upward]

I SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON

BUT IT DOESN'T FUCKING HELP

'CAUSE THE THING I'M HIDING FROM

IS ALREADY

IN MY HEAD.

[Post-Chorus]

[Short trembling violin pulses]

Tick.

Stop.

Please stop.

Why won't you...

STOP?

[Bridge]

[Single fragile violin]

Mom used to leave
the hallway light on.

Just a little.

Enough to make the room
feel safe.

[Violin quietly aching]

I used to think

monsters disappeared

when you got older.

Nobody told me

they just learn

your voice.

[Breakdown]

[Violin scraping rhythmically]

GET OUT!

OF MY ROOM!

OF MY SLEEP!

OF MY FUCKING MEMORIES!

[Violin shrieking in short bursts]

YOU'RE NOT HERE!

YOU'RE NOT REAL!

THEN WHY THE FUCK

CAN I STILL

FEEL

YOU?!

DON'T TOUCH ME!

DON'T LOOK AT ME!

GET

THE FUCK

AWAY

FROM

ME!

[Final Chorus]

I SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON

BUT TONIGHT I'LL LET THEM DIE

LET THE SHADOWS HAVE THEIR FACES

LET THEM CRAWL ACROSS THE WALLS

[Violin soaring with desperate tension]

I SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON

BUT I'M TIRED OF BEING AFRAID

IF THE DARK WANTS SOMETHING FROM ME

LET IT COME

AND SAY

NAME!

[Outro]

[One trembling violin note]

Five forty-one.

Morning's coming.

I reach toward the lamp.

Click.

[Violin falls into silence]

Nothing happened.

[Pause]

Nothing happened.

Good.

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[Intro] [Thin violin scratching softly] I know there's nothing there. I checked. So why is the door moving? [Verse 1] Three seventeen Red numbers on the wall I haven't slept I haven't moved I hear something in the hall [Short nervous violin twitch] Scratch. Stop. Scratch. Stop. Probably pipes. Probably rain. Probably my fucking head doing it again. I pull the blanket to my chin Like I'm still eight years old Funny how fear gets older but never really grows up. [Pre-Chorus] Don't turn it off. Don't turn it off. [Violin trembling uneasily] I know it sounds stupid but please... DON'T TURN IT OFF. [Chorus] I SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON 'CAUSE THE DARK KNOWS TOO MUCH EVERY SHADOW HAS A FACE EVERY WALL FEELS LIKE IT'S WATCHING [Violin stabbing sharply] I SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON BUT IT DOESN'T FUCKING HELP 'CAUSE THE THING I'M HIDING FROM IS ALREADY IN MY HEAD. [Verse 2] Four twenty-six I'm counting cracks again One looks like a crooked mouth Another looks like him. [Low unsettling violin phrase] No. Don't think about that. Think about anything else. The ceiling. The window. The stain beside the shelf. Anything. Anything. Anything but... [Sudden violin scrape] There it is again. That memory with its dirty little fingers knocking from inside. [Pre-Chorus] Don't close your eyes. Don't close your eyes. [Violin rising nervously] Every time I do I see everything I buried still alive. [Chorus] I SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON 'CAUSE THE DARK KNOWS TOO MUCH EVERY SHADOW HAS A FACE EVERY WALL FEELS LIKE IT'S WATCHING [Violin cutting violently upward] I SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON BUT IT DOESN'T FUCKING HELP 'CAUSE THE THING I'M HIDING FROM IS ALREADY IN MY HEAD. [Post-Chorus] [Short trembling violin pulses] Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick. Stop. Please stop. Why won't you... STOP? [Bridge] [Single fragile violin] Mom used to leave the hallway light on. Just a little. Enough to make the room feel safe. [Violin quietly aching] I used to think monsters disappeared when you got older. Nobody told me they just learn your voice. [Breakdown] [Violin scraping rhythmically] GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! OF MY ROOM! OF MY SLEEP! OF MY FUCKING MEMORIES! [Violin shrieking in short bursts] YOU'RE NOT HERE! YOU'RE NOT REAL! THEN WHY THE FUCK CAN I STILL FEEL YOU?! DON'T TOUCH ME! DON'T LOOK AT ME! GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME! [Final Chorus] I SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON BUT TONIGHT I'LL LET THEM DIE LET THE SHADOWS HAVE THEIR FACES LET THEM CRAWL ACROSS THE WALLS [Violin soaring with desperate tension] I SLEEP WITH THE LIGHTS ON BUT I'M TIRED OF BEING AFRAID IF THE DARK WANTS SOMETHING FROM ME LET IT COME AND SAY MY NAME! [Outro] [One trembling violin note] Five forty-one. Morning's coming. I reach toward the lamp. Click. [Violin falls into silence] Nothing happened. [Pause] Nothing happened. Good.

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