"Sleep Paralysis" lyrics
The first thing I do when I wake up is open eyes
And I try to move my limbs and they don't work, I realise
I'm stuck in sleep paralysis, oh well, what a surprise
I'll just lay here until it goes, then I'm on the rise
I jump out of bed then stretch my legs and then I give thanks for life
I clean my tongue then brush my teeth and then fill up the bath with ice
I wash my body and then get dressed and make sure I look nice
Then meditate for one hour, I do that everyday twice
I'm eating fruit for breakfast
For dinner, veg' and rice
I'm mastering yoga, my technique is so precise
I'm practicing breathwork, that's why my third eye's oversized
My phone is rarely switched on, you won't get no replies
I'm hiking in nature barefoot
I'm grounding and sungazing
I'm swimming in waterfalls, chasing sunsets 'til I'm aching
I'm sleeping on mountain tops, stargazing and blazing
I'm microdosing psilocybin mushrooms cos they're amazing
I'm writing all my lyrics when I'm high off psychedelics
That's why I merk mate, my workrate is quite impressive
If I don't write at least one song a day then I ain't sleeping
Nighttime is for fasting, from 7, I ain't eating
Leave me alone, I'm kipping, snoozing, sleeping
I'm in the zone, I'm practicing lucid dreaming
I'm tripping using breathing
I'm sweating, spewing, sneezing
Loads of flipping fluid seeping
Plasma dripping, oozing, leaking
My eyes are closed but I'm not sleepy, I'm not sleeping deeply
I'm lucid dreaming daily, I'm astral travelling weekly to New Zealand and Fiji
I'm an astral travelling genie
When DMT releases from my pineal gland, that's easy
The science now has proven, without a shadow of a doubt by the way, that there is a thing called lucid dreaming. We used to think that it was a charlatan science, that it wasn't real, and we can go into the details as how you prove it. But it is being proven lots of different ways
Really?
Yeah. One of the fascinating things when you go into dream sleep, well there are many, but I'll give you just two. The first thing is that when you go into dream sleep your brain paralyzes your body. You are utterly incarcerated in physical lockdown. And the reason is very simple: your brain paralyzes your body so the mind can dream safely, so that you don't act out your dreams
Wow. So you don't go and move your body, and yeah
Correct. And it's called sleep paralysis, and you've experienced it, I've experienced it too. It can often happen when we're under levels of high stress or we're typically sleep-deprived. And, at that point, you become pseudo-aware, you're sort of in this mixed state of consciousness in that you're between the worlds of wake and sleep as it were. But your body is still in the paralysis, so you are— you can't lift your eyelids, why? Voluntary skeletal muscles. You can't shout out, why? Voluntary skeletal muscles. And it's often paired with a sense, understandably so, of dread and fear, and a presence of someone else being there. And it turns out that this phenomenon called sleep paralysis accurately explains most, if not all, of so-called alien abductions
And I try to move my limbs and they don't work, I realise
I'm stuck in sleep paralysis, oh well, what a surprise
I'll just lay here until it goes, then I'm on the rise
I jump out of bed then stretch my legs and then I give thanks for life
I clean my tongue then brush my teeth and then fill up the bath with ice
I wash my body and then get dressed and make sure I look nice
Then meditate for one hour, I do that everyday twice
I'm eating fruit for breakfast
For dinner, veg' and rice
I'm mastering yoga, my technique is so precise
I'm practicing breathwork, that's why my third eye's oversized
My phone is rarely switched on, you won't get no replies
I'm hiking in nature barefoot
I'm grounding and sungazing
I'm swimming in waterfalls, chasing sunsets 'til I'm aching
I'm sleeping on mountain tops, stargazing and blazing
I'm microdosing psilocybin mushrooms cos they're amazing
I'm writing all my lyrics when I'm high off psychedelics
That's why I merk mate, my workrate is quite impressive
If I don't write at least one song a day then I ain't sleeping
Nighttime is for fasting, from 7, I ain't eating
Leave me alone, I'm kipping, snoozing, sleeping
I'm in the zone, I'm practicing lucid dreaming
I'm tripping using breathing
I'm sweating, spewing, sneezing
Loads of flipping fluid seeping
Plasma dripping, oozing, leaking
My eyes are closed but I'm not sleepy, I'm not sleeping deeply
I'm lucid dreaming daily, I'm astral travelling weekly to New Zealand and Fiji
I'm an astral travelling genie
When DMT releases from my pineal gland, that's easy
The science now has proven, without a shadow of a doubt by the way, that there is a thing called lucid dreaming. We used to think that it was a charlatan science, that it wasn't real, and we can go into the details as how you prove it. But it is being proven lots of different ways
Really?
Yeah. One of the fascinating things when you go into dream sleep, well there are many, but I'll give you just two. The first thing is that when you go into dream sleep your brain paralyzes your body. You are utterly incarcerated in physical lockdown. And the reason is very simple: your brain paralyzes your body so the mind can dream safely, so that you don't act out your dreams
Wow. So you don't go and move your body, and yeah
Correct. And it's called sleep paralysis, and you've experienced it, I've experienced it too. It can often happen when we're under levels of high stress or we're typically sleep-deprived. And, at that point, you become pseudo-aware, you're sort of in this mixed state of consciousness in that you're between the worlds of wake and sleep as it were. But your body is still in the paralysis, so you are— you can't lift your eyelids, why? Voluntary skeletal muscles. You can't shout out, why? Voluntary skeletal muscles. And it's often paired with a sense, understandably so, of dread and fear, and a presence of someone else being there. And it turns out that this phenomenon called sleep paralysis accurately explains most, if not all, of so-called alien abductions
Writer(s): Marcus Coakley
