Hypnagogia

Rhythm of the night

 Sleeping on the threshold 

 Transitory phase

 You're gone across

 Like a stone across the water

 To the islands in your mind 

 Where you're a slave

 To suspicion

 To the mysterious

 To the memories in your mind that misbehave

 Open the door enter the black room

 Shake the hand that wears the glove of leather

 No one has prints in here but you

 It’s all on your mind 

 Dancing with the demons all night

 To the sound of suspicion

 Aria of mystery 

 That song you sing 

 When it all gets make believe

 In the superstition

 Paranoia is crystalline

 The song you hear when you

 Can’t be relieved