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Big Bliss - "Sleep Paralysis"

"Sleep Paralysis," the lead single off of Big Bliss' forthcoming LP, "Vital Return." Out August 18th via Good Eye Records ~ https://linktr.ee/GoodEyeRecords ------------------------------------- BIG BLISS IS: TIM RACE, CORY RACE, ROSE BLANSHEI SONG CREDITS: WRITTEN & PERFORMED BY: TIM RACE, CORY RACE, WALLACE MAY, ANA BECKER PRODUCED & ENGINEERED BY: JONATHAN SCHENKE VIDEO CREDITS: DIRECTOR, CINEMATOGRAPHER, EDITOR: DEVAN DAVIES PRODUCER: STEPHEN MONDICS CAMERA ASSISTANT: ALI YILDIZ GAFFER: CHRISTOPHER AMBROSIO KEY GRIP: ED WU PRODUCTION ASSISTANT: COLE KRAVITZ THANK YOU: KOTA ALLIANCE, BEN RAYNER, AUSTIN SCHWICHTENBERG, HAND HELD FILMS, THE IMAGING WORLD, CC RENTALS ---------------------------------- To be disarmed To be disarmed, arrival Solemn ghost gripping smoke, wherever you are I am disarmed I am disarmed, arrival Am I awake Can I call your name Now I feel a weight I know is real Is that you here Is that you here I wish you’d know the lengths to which I’d go To keep you here To keep you here What’s gone wrong You look tired I taste salt I smell fire You look wrong I’m like steel I can’t move This ordeal Am I coming undone, see your shape in the doorway Am I falling or not, hope I wake before landing I know that you’re gone, leaking light as you’re able An electrical hum, the dint of survival I am disarmed, I am disarmed in your arrival Commanding form The room is cold and my blood is warm Panicked shout, both dry and drowned I am disarmed, I am disarmed My collar tugged, which way’s the ground I’m in your arms, am I in your arms Now I feel a weight I know is real is that you here is that you here I wish you’d know the lengths to which I’d go To keep you here To keep you here What’s gone wrong You look tired It’s my fault My slack jaw What’s gone wrong I’m like steel When is dawn Is this real Am I coming undone, see your shape in the doorway Am I falling or not, will I wake before landing When I do you’ll be gone, we put your things on the table An impossible thought, any trace of survival Am I coming undone, hear you speak in the hallway Am I falling or not, will I wake before landing