Sleep Paralysis
Corrupted my morals in exchange for a glance
Darkened my soul for some cheap romance
I’m getting a sweet taste of a deranged life of sins
While I’m chained in a bed in a too vivid dream

I’m standing barefoot on shattered glass, it cuts my feet
I can’t resist this stranger’s breath upon my skin
This lurking shadow behind my back is creeping me

A tortured soul hangs above my head
My own sword of Damocles
Pointing its finger right to my chest
The ghost of all the “could’ve beens”

I’ll count the bruises and scars
Caused by shame and guilt
Is this a fucking nightmare
Or is this fucking real?