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Night Terrors

from Livertalk by Bucky Harris

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lyrics

4 seconds in!
4 seconds out!

Deep breaths but I’m still choking, it don’t seem to matter how much air I move through these lungs

This room spins round
Your mouth goes numb

I got gorillas pounding at my chest, oh how they hate to see me sleep...

Now I have the pleasure of greeting nightly terrors, haunted by half-memories that are best not remembered

(I will fall asleep to the sound of a thousand drums)

Now each day I’m woken by the crushing weight of panic, grappling with worries that arrive with the sun.

(Watch it burn)

Every breath catches in my throat,
Quiet moment meet defining roar.
Try as I might for peaceful nights, there’s a monster at the door

The pressure builds behind my eyes,
Erupts to face the morning light

I try to rise and gain momentum, but the tiniest rock’s enough to stall the engine
Try as I might to set clear sights, I was born with blurry eyes

I feel it gnawing through my skull,
Nervous energy, my only ready fuel


4 seconds in!
Or is it all just my head, a self-fulfilling prophecy, the end result of every doubt I’ve left unchecked

4 seconds out!
Or am I not beyond repair? Maybe I just got comfortable with this disaster identity.

Now I have the pleasure of greeting nightly terrors, haunted by half-memories that are best not remembered

Now each day I’m woken by the crushing weight of panic, grappling with worries that arrive with the sun.

Every breath catches in my throat,
Quiet moment meet defining roar.
Try as I might for peaceful nights, there’s a monster at the door

The pressure builds behind my eyes,
Erupts to face the morning light

I try to rise and gain momentum, but the tiniest rock’s enough to stall the engine
Try as I might to set clear sights, I was born with blurry eyes

I feel it gnawing through my skull,
Nervous energy, the only ready fuel

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from Livertalk, released July 29, 2022

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