Sleep Paralysis
xRepentancex Lyrics


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And as the sunlight beckons, a darkness creeps back in.
A recurring dream of dystopia, as the light begins to dim
Complicit in this devastation, the crimson stains my hands.
Unable to escape this bondage as death spreads across the land

Darkness never ends.
The nightmare just repeats
The only solace is sleep

there can be no justice, there can be no peace until every cage is empty, until every manacle is broken and every institution that upholds this corrupt society burns to ruin . An act of violence in the name of total liberation is the only true act of peace.

And society marches on,
While the succubus holds my chest
And commerce outweighs life,
And profits equal death.

the wheels of death keep turning, because we've all been put to rest
the demons breath of capitol like iron on our breasts
the old hags brew of slumber down the back my throat creeps




Sedated by the lure of hope
Paid in blood to fall asleep

Overall Meaning

The song "Sleep Paralysis" by xRepentancex delves deeply into themes of oppression, dystopia, and the need for total societal upheaval in order to truly achieve peace. The lyrics describe a recurring dream of a dark and devastating world where the singer is complicit in death and destruction. They are unable to escape this bondage as death spreads across the land, and can only find solace in sleep - perhaps suggesting that either death or unconsciousness are the only ways to escape the harsh reality of their existence.


The lyrics also touch on the idea that violence may be the only way to achieve true peace, as long as oppressive institutions and systems continue to exist. The singer sees society marching on, with commerce and profits taking priority over human life. They describe themselves as being held down by a succubus and sedated by false hope, paid for with blood.


Line by Line Meaning

And as the sunlight beckons, a darkness creeps back in.
The hope of a new day is overshadowed by the darkness of a recurring nightmare.


Complicit in this devastation, the crimson stains my hands.
Feeling guilty for the destruction caused and unable to escape from the consequences.


Darkness never ends.
The nightmare seems never-ending and overwhelming.


The nightmare just repeats
The same horrifying situation happens again and again, with no respite.


The only solace is sleep
Sleep is the only escape from the constant terror of reality.


there can be no justice, there can be no peace until every cage is empty, until every manacle is broken and every institution that upholds this corrupt society burns to ruin . An act of violence in the name of total liberation is the only true act of peace.
The only way to achieve true peace and justice is to destroy the oppressive system and its institutions through violent rebellion.


And society marches on,
Despite the personal struggles and nightmares, society continues to carry on with little regard for individual pain and suffering.


While the succubus holds my chest
The feeling of being suffocated and oppressed by an external force, preventing personal growth and freedom.


And commerce outweighs life,
The pursuit of profit and material gain is more important than the value of human life.


And profits equal death.
The relentless pursuit of profit ultimately leads to the destruction and exploitation of those who are vulnerable and marginalized.


the wheels of death keep turning, because we've all been put to rest
The cycle of death and destruction keeps going even though people have given up hope and resigned themselves to their fate.


the demons breath of capitol like iron on our breasts
The oppressive weight of capitalism and greed is suffocating and unrelenting.


the old hags brew of slumber down the back my throat creeps
The allure of temporary comfort and escape from reality is tempting, yet ultimately dangerous and numbing.


Sedated by the lure of hope
The false promise of hope keeps people in a complacent and powerless state, unable to resist their oppressors.


Paid in blood to fall asleep
The cost of temporary relief and sleep is the sacrifice of one's own well-being and bloodshed.




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