I Took Too Much Benadryl | Hatman's Hymn

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Lyrics:
It started as a murmur—a current through dreams
(A parasitic hymn laced in fractured schemes)
It slipped through the cracks—split reality’s seams
(Now it’s coiled in silence, weaving twisted themes)
Every lyric a shadow that stretches wide
(Latching on deeper, nowhere to hide)
Distorting each thought as sanity divides
(Wrapping around till all reason collides)
An elegy crafted in poisonous prose
(Mirroring secrets that no one should know)
Luring me further where emptiness grows
(Trapped in a rhythm that warps and bestows)
Oh, it’s the Hat Man’s hymn—etched in despair
(A pull in the dark, suspended mid-air)
Drawing you close through a shrouded glare
(Whispering curses and tainted prayers)
Each verse is a trap, spun with cold care
(Luring you deeper with silence to spare)
It’s the Hat Man’s hymn—beware his stare
(A voice that devours, dissolving the lair)
Now it’s spilling through language like liquid dread
(Each syllable twisted, a curse unsaid)
Vowels reshaped till all meanings are shed
(Bending each echo till silence is fed)
Saw it in the corners where shadows bend
(Pulling you further till paths descend)
Unraveling thoughts in patterns that rend
(Leaving behind truths that never amend)
A mantra of chaos, sung low and slow
(Morphing my mind in its undertow)
Verses that coil, distort and flow
(Sinking in deeper, refusing to go)
I tried to break free, but it fractured the seams
(Threads of delusion, unraveling dreams)
Spinning itself out in horrors unseen
(Tearing the silence with cries that careen)
Morphing to phantoms that warp the air
(Humming the dirges of grief and despair)
Each echo a mimic that claws at the fair
(Till I’m nothing but dust dissolving to air)
(La-ti-da-da, la-ti-da-da, la-la-la)
(La-ti-da-da, la-ti-da-da, la-la-la)
(speed-up) *Repeats*
Oh, it’s the Hat Man’s hymn—etched in despair
(A pull in the dark, suspended mid-air)
Drawing you close through a shrouded glare
(Whispering curses and tainted prayers)
Each verse is a trap, spun with cold care
(Luring you deeper with silence to spare)
It’s the Hat Man’s hymn—beware his stare
(A voice that devours, dissolving to air)