SPIRIT OF THE BEEHIVE — hypnic jerks

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I’m slipping away to call collect sir
My quarters are set aside
Not a payphone in this realm could dial out to a landline
I got no patience for this bullshit

I got a vision on both sides
They keep pulling on me every time I try to sleep on my bad side
That food’s not edible
I can’t sift through this in a year

Breaking my back to fall asleep without any fear
No sleep when it’s clear
Tell me where not to look and I won’t look at all (you’re already gone)
Take my eyes and flush them out

Paste them to the wall (you’re already gone)
Moments before REM I jerk up and sweat (you’re not better yet now)
Count my sheep, one, two, three, four, five
And back to sleep now clutching to my dreams