Sockpuppet

You're lying awake in bed
Something happens in your head
You're not sure if you're alone
Somewhere somebody moans
Voices that you hear take your breath away

You're not sure what you see
It keeps you in captivity
An alien, a parasite
Torturing you through the night
You wake up and everything seems okay

The reticular activating system
Controls if the nerve impulse reaches your hands
Like an engine with a misfiring piston
Things go out of whack
You have a panic attack
And the night terror seems so real you cannot stand

Serotonin overload
Somewhere in your frontal lobe
Dopamine suppression is to
Always keep you guessin'
Hippocampus shouldn't be on call

The brain is running like clockwork
In a mechanical Turk
Systems poorly factored like it's
Chinese manufactured
It's a wonder anything works at all

And the reticular activating system
Controls if the nerve impulse reaches your hands
Like an engine with a misfiring piston
Things go out of whack
You have a panic attack
And the night terror seems so real you cannot stand