For a second I forgot my name again.
Think I last had it in the hypnosis I left
Completely brain deprived, motivation dry,
Another memory I haven’t kept.
So what’s left?
A paralyzing fear of a nameless death.
I guess I’ve been lonely.
Lately, I’ve felt the distance start to change me.
I’m in a separate room,
It’s such a good excuse to lose my identity,
To stay at home and just fall asleep.
To wrap my body in silk and let paralysis kill all the doubt in me.
I’m losing identity.
Never been easier to fall asleep.
If I can get what I need from the spider’s teeth than I don’t need a dream.