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You stay awake as the shadows cloud for your sake your spirit mustn't shroud Your body is unrestful but your mind is so tired in your shaded soul every new second leaves a crack to be fired Finally, when the darkness comes you cross your heart and pray for the monster's hums are coming your way You let them take you there's no reason to fight what they're saying is true they're bringing you into the night And like a whisp you fly over land the talons in your limbs, a soft kiss your bleeding hands You awake in fright all on your own never go into the light just scream your strangled moan You think of your travel all into the dark your mind starts to unravel you've lost all your spark You find your knife it's dull silver gleam your life was truly a strife a horrid, bad dream
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Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 12:56 PM UTC
The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters
You stay awake as the shadows cloud for your sake your spirit mustn't shroud Your body is unrestful but your mind is so tired in your shaded soul every new second leaves a crack to be fired Finally, when the darkness comes you cross your heart and pray for the monster's hums are coming your way You let them take you there's no reason to fight what they're saying is true they're bringing you into the night And like a whisp you fly over land the talons in your limbs, a soft kiss your bleeding hands You awake in fright all on your own never go into the light just scream your strangled moan You think of your travel all into the dark your mind starts to unravel you've lost all your spark You find your knife it's dull silver gleam your life was truly a strife a horrid, bad dream
Based on the etching by Francisco Goya originally named "El sueo de la razn produce monstruos"
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Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 12:56 PM UTC
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