Night Terrors
From foodsexsleep
Lyrics
You’re lying awake in bed Something happens in your head You’re not sure if you’re alone Somewhere, somebody moans Voices that you hear take your breath away
You’re not sure what you see It keeps you in captivity An alien, a parasite Torturing you through the night You wake up and everything seems okay
The reticular activating system Controls if the nerve impulse reaches your hands Like an engine with a misfiring piston Things go out of whack You have a panic attack And the night terror seems so real you cannot stand
Serotonin overload Somewhere in your frontal lobe Dopamine suppression is to Always keep you guessing Hippocampus shouldn’t be on call
The brain is running like clockwork In a mechanical Turk Systems poorly factored and they’re Cheaply manufactured It’s a wonder anything works at all
And the reticular activating system Controls if the nerve impulse reaches your hands Like an engine with a misfiring piston Things go out of whack You have a panic attack And the night terror seems so real you cannot stand
And the reticular activating system Controls if the nerve impulse reaches your hands Like an engine with a misfiring piston Things go out of whack You have a panic attack And the night terror seems so real you cannot stand