Went to Eddie's got some peppers
Started writing home a letter
Home is strange I never know
Which home to call a home you know
Like mama's home
And dad's alone
In Baltimore I'm on my own
But Brooklyn's where my life began
I guess it's where my heart'll stand
Inside my room insencical
I drew a suit of pentacles
So vague I lay here listening
To sinisteric whispering
Ohhh (Watch your back)
Ohhh (A planned attack)
Ohhh (A maniac)
Ohhh (The zodiac)
Suppose I'll psychoanalyze
Myself for 8 more minutes
Then I'll drink all of the apple juice
Until my mind says quit it
I'll then think of something I should write
Distract myself enough
For when I wanna jot it down
It all becomes too tough
I hate poetic passive tones
I'm passive all too often
My ass'll find itself one day
Within a passive coffin
Ohh (Close your eyes)
Ohh (Visualize)
Ohh (A sea of skies)
Ohh (Sweet lullabies)
It all comes back to this again
No way I would avoid it
Tomorrow I'll have lost the thought
Or better yet destroyed it
I was held down by these living sort of ribbons
That came across me and tightened up around me and bound me down
And then of course the aliens filed into the room and levitated me
And took me out of the room and uh it was a very bizarre experience
And I thought I'm being abducted, why? You know, why am I being abducted?
What are they doing? Um, turns out I was just having sleep paralysis