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letra de hypersomnia - torné

[part 1: sadness]

[intro]
this molding sadness i feel inside
as i recapture orcus

[verse 1]
woke up in the morning, almost afternoon, yawning
gotta get dressed quick today i have a long day to work but
i’m exhausted, need three or four more hours to sleep
soon as i hit the matress again, my mind starts reaching for dreams
nearly deceased, i’m almost touching the stars
that breached on my brain ’cause it is filled up with scars
i’m soaring the sky with wings and a mask
not a thing to lose, a n-gg- is free at last
suddenly 4pm, i’m standing up quick to check the time
and now i missed my cl-ss, tell my moms today was cancelled, of course i lied
i like to study but i love freedom more
this n-gg- in the mirror tough but his surrounding is war
go into the backpack, pull out the package of pills
slip ten of them in my mouth and lay down in my bed still
will i live to see tomorrow or will i die in my fantasy?
hoping for the second one, what a beautiful fallacy
my mom hit me up midflight, says i got to go real soon
i reply with “mom, didn’t i tell you? today’s cl-ss was cancelled too”
so i fall asleep again, this time something is chasing me
it’s a ball of regret, boiled with mourning and dipped deep in misery
it’s trying to knock me out fast, but i keep getting away
looks like the haste of that thing never will end
one day it finally catches my foot and drags me to the floor
my face to the asphalt, it pulls a knife and stabs me to the core
months go by, it’s december 24 already
dwelling to the door, i’m witty, if i stand up the hurt will take me steadily
i remember therapy, they always told me to quit what i liked
and i rebelled against their opinions and failed every try
i’ve made up my mind and i’m finding a way through the muddy waters
i’m sorry mama, my thirst for money made me an impostor, i beg your pardon
you thought that i was a treasure when i’m not
i’m a failure at most, a traitor that you shouldn’t call a son again
i want you to understand, i’m not expecting your forgiveness
everybody just witnessed i’m a loser and after those mistakes my life is probably finished
new years eve my premise: a bottle of guiness
and toast myself for no alternative endings with these wrong beginnings
the opposite of the definiton of winning
and now i’m just sitting here with dreams that will cease existing after christmas
dreams of being a businessman and a rapper
dreams of finding happiness, none of that ever will happen

[outro]
everything’s gone except for the sadness

[part 2: embracement]

– how can i tell what’s real and what’s not? everything looks the same, sounds the same, taste the same. how can i tell what’s real?
– doesn’t matter
– that doesn’t sound like something i’d ask
– alright, your concern is that if you act in the real world based on information that’s not real, the results are impossible to foresee
– with you so far
– but information is incapable of harming in of itself. ideas are neither good nor bad, but merely as useful as what we do with them. only actions can cause harm

[part 3: midnight in a perfect world]

[intro]
listen
just rap
inside, foresight, more sight, the clock on the wall reads a quarter past midnight

[verse]
to dream eternally is to find tranquility
to transcend to higher realm and for your body to find mortality
where did i go? answer on the tip of the tongue
like the lsd that we did, do and will do at the gates of the devil whenever we gone
my n-gg- i need drugs to function correctly
pills, cocaine, acid, weed, cigarettes, alcohol to caress me
whatever it takes, demons depending on me
people holding on me tight, they even called me homie
spent my life running from what makes me alive: the vices
the nicest on the streets, on the mic i’m going through a crisis
and it’s the price i have to pay for every single mistake
i awake then i’m late, the stakes end up somewhere in the horizon
i ain’t flying no more, my face all twisted up
like the spliff that we smoked last week, that ain’t unconventional
my parents disappointed, no one really listening
i don’t care about that, i just want to find tranquility

[outro]
midnight in a perfect world wouldn’t have me in it
so at twelve o’ clock i’m leaving, maybe then your life’s more vivid

[part 4: revelations]

[verse]
to dream eternally is to find tranquility
to transcend to a higher realm and for your body to find mortality
to be brutally honest if i ain’t dead for my birthday in 2018
these verses must not be taken seriously
’cause if that happens, then my persona’s glistening
and you people are lucky or not, and i ain’t judging you
i stopped caring about you a long time ago, i’m just maintaining my status
and i know that my sleep clock may be my problem
but truthfully my heart beats slower than most of you n-gg-s
and my ability of enjoyment is no longer with us
it’s gone to the dream state, where i’m right now, see
read three bars above this, i just want to dream eternally

[part 5: shrink visit]

[intro]
respect
so easy
and we push it
okay, let’s go

[verse 1]
left for my visit at the shrink, i was drunk
slip of the tongue, let out secrets that no one should ever have known
now i’m headed to looneyville, stomach full of shrooms and pills
cooling still, then smoothly grooving through a room with a stupid will
spooky doctor, shoot me in the arm with a funny liquid
made me go to sleep after two weeks without a proper inner clock ticking
dreamt about how my goals start out of andromeda
woke up strapped to a bed, upper limbs and legs, feeling phenomenal
socializing time and we all high, the windows tight and seven nurses on sight
fantasy like, if you don’t like this you must be in on your mind
curses outside, this is perfect, the he-rs- ain’t online
and the earth can stay away from these verses, they ain’t designed for ’em
i was walking through a forest, singing loud every known heavenly chorus
it started to rain, the fog was dense, the vision was horrid
aura pouring jesus’s tears torrentially, i still was immoral
died to materialize that not even for god almighty i’m important
mama paralyzed, i’ve chosen the path of war
acetaminophen relaxing me through hard times, it was the only thing catalogued
hey, no hours left in the day to focus on the past
doctor came in: “i was hearing your acts and i think your beliefs are trash”
i don’t care doc, keep me in here as long as you can
i’ll stall every person in my fam, just don’t let me out again
i’ve been having these dreams where i die and no one cares
like i’ve never been there, i just disappeared
and it’s refreshing to have them not knowing that i exist
even if it’s a dream, it’s still better than this, it got me sick
truth is i am the culprit of this hazeous youth
proof is in my actions, they portray the melancholy of an unworthy loot

[hook]
listen, if i’m not here then i’m a goner
dreaming like this can’t be achieved through marijuana

[verse 2]
my only wish is to vanish in the mist and go beyond
get to h-ll and know that is the only place i belong to
cold romance, quit school, went to the scholomance
wearing stolen brands, skip the cl-ss to smoke hash
the reaper as my teacher and other demons as my partners
graduate with honors and come back to play the ouija in my appartment
that’s the main goal, now i’m just throwing wood to the chainsaw
diagnosis must be wrong, man i feel way worse
someone must have split my brain in tiny nine milimeter pieces
and put it back together, half glued, half stapled, stinking more than the deceased is
i needed freedom, people, decent reasons and demons
instead i got jesus feeding me lies, i can’t believe this
super flow, more dreams than a broken home
if hyrule is the present world you should call me ganondorf
the opposite of a matador, i be talking bullsh-t
everything comes together to real expressions, you just have to sculpt it

[hook]

[outro]
respect
so easy
and we push it
respect
so easy
and we push it

okay, let’s go

[part 6: awakening]

(ambient music)
(reversed glitched ambient music)

[outro]
to dream eternally is to find tranquility
to transcend to a higher realm and for your body to find mortality

(alarm clock going off)

n-gg-, what? f-ck you, b-tch. f-cked up putting this alarm on, man. well i guess that’s it for my f-cking dream fiesta, b-tch -ss alarm clock

i mean i gotta leave soon anyway so, might as well just leave now

(okay, let’s go)

- torne

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