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From the EP "Short Stories for the Impatient, Volume I: Ceiling". Download this track and the entire EP for free here:
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Lyrics:

(Pull it together) Its just a dream
I keep telling myself the same thing
Woke up in a cold sweat with a hint of unrest
Now I'm wide awake, staring at the ceiling
This shouldn't mean anything, go back to sleep
Before you lose more energy for that quarterly meeting in the morning
I feel like an observer witnessing my own story
Pull the sheets back, attempt to relax the paranoia casually forming
The weather storming, lights dim, TV on mute
It looks so pointless now that I'm conjoined to the absolute truth
That snuck into my bedroom, absorbed itself in my head while I slept
Push the covers back, attempt to counteract the stacks of images as I wept
If I knew what it meant I could piece together a sense
Of understanding the equipment and the insanity it bred
Fuck it, let's go back to the scene, I sit in a dark room at age sixteen
Bottle of liquid, bruises on thick skin and an adventurous craving
A lock in place to save me, I picked upon it daily
When I returned to my dream each evening I wondered what the light behind the lock may be
For years I had this reoccurring dream
Outside my cell shone a light brighter than anything that I'd seen
And as I picked at the lock with a sharpened stick and lock
The prison box that held me would get smaller with ticks of a clock
Stick turned to makeshift key, opened the lock, before I could see
The room outside, the darkness in mine widened eyes engulfed me
Instantly awake with a sweat and tear covered face
With emotions of loneliness, self-empathy and understanding of mistakes
And as soon as the dreams went away I tossed the tools and stopped walking in place
Grades led to scholarships, to degrees, which led to estate
In a diamond sales company in the Diamond District
See kids, hard work and Adderall can really take you some distance
And this is where I found myself at this exact date
Again with sweat and tears perched on my face
I fell asleep into that same box, with the same stick and the same rock
But this time no door or lock would force my images to be blocked
Just a light leading my pathway, an invitation inside
I walked out the shadows and heard my cell door slam from behind
I stepped towards the light, too bright to see but the sight
Of intense radiance reflected vision back to my insides
I took a trip to the depths of my soul and my fingers ripped out
Pieces of skin and chunks of hair before my body was spit out
Of me...I guess...I mean it still makes no sense
But when the light disappeared all I saw was a small girl covered in a ripped dress
The hair on her head matched the shade of hair in my hand
Revealed scratches on her skin as she stretched her legs to stand
This goddamn kid had text attached to her ribs
And I could see the sin oozing from her ripped skin
Her eyes...I swear to Christ they came from inside
'Cus I could see them peering back into every one of my past lives
I tried to run, she saw it as fun and hooked a rib to my thighs
And as I lied with tears in my eyes she clutched her arms to my side
She grabbed my ear, whispered a word, now I ponder the meaning
Shot up in my bed with a voice in my head...(ceiling)