Somniphobia by Afourteen Lyrics Meaning – Decoding the Night Terrors in Melody
Lyrics
Sittin' down right on my bedside
Sleepless nights when I don't feel right
Locked inside a dungeon, can't you help me?
(Can't you help me?)
Isolated from my friends
Swear this shit just never ends
Feels like my body's growing colder (colder)
Woke up in my own vomit last night
Wish I was taken in my sleep, God help me
I never found myself, and maybe that's for the best, oh
Just tell me to look up, but you're never understanding the view
A world of liars, they conspire on my every move
I got the flu, and I'm givin' up
My stomach hurts and I'm a mess
Lie to my face, then call it quits
My love for you wasn't adequate
(Existential, I'll never make it)
(Trapped in infinity)
(We're so small in the face of God, so shut the fuck up and do your job)
(It don't matter anyway) Yuh, yuh
Sometimes I wake up feeling impatient, aye
Losing my head
Aye lemme think a minute
You don't motherfuckin'- motherfuckin' see the vision, uh
Yuh yuh, lemme' breathe a minute
You ain't gotta do the shit that you been doin' to me, fuck you
Yeah I need to get my ass back home
Every time I leave the house, man I feel led on
What's up wit' that?
Cut from front to back
You don't love me back
No, don't act like that
Come home drunk as shit
Jumping off the bridge
Fuck that break my wrist
And I don't wanna go back home tonight
'Cause I don't wanna right my wrongs tonight
So I just act like, conversations
Mean what they mean
I hold back all this hatred
Inside my dreams
And I'm so sick with you
And your so sick of me
I can't even breathe
Yuh, you're nanananana, lalalalala
Lalalalala
Fall asleep inside your arms
Kill anybody that means you harm
Alcohol for breakfast, lunch and dinner
Downers just to numb the pain
Drown all the voices inside my brain
Toxic at our core, but we blame the world of course
But, I'm so sick of you
You're so sick of me
(I'm so insane, yeah yeah yeah)
(But I'm so sick of you)
(You're so sick of me)
(And I can't even breathe)
(I can't even breathe)
So, oh
I'm so sick of you
I've been singin' sad songs since I was youngin'
Paint my nails black, then those bitches called me a faggot
Now it's cool to be sad, dope to be depressed
Now I'm pissed off, straight up, blow my damn top off
Lil' spiders in the dark tellin' me its alright
I got bullets for you motherfuckers tryna' act tight
Doin' shows for a minute, I can really say I did it
It's a sick world we live in
And I'm not sure I want to stay at all
I'm done, I give up
And my mind comes toppling down when I think of
Getting out of bed
And I'm so broken down, cannot be repaired
I'm so sick
I'm so tired
I'm so beaten down
I don't wanna go, but I think I have to
Why do we live like this?
And why do we live like this?
I fell in love with your lips
They're my worst enemy
They're my worst enemy
I fell in love at 17
I fell in love at 17
And now you're opposite with me
Sit with me
Take my arms, watch me bleed
Take my eyes, make me see
That I am so incomplete
I am so incomplete
I am so-
In the stark, shadowy corners of the musical mindscape, Afourteen has carved out a particularly visceral niche with ‘Somniphobia’. A song title derived from the fear of sleep, this single is a profound exploration of mental anguish, self-abandonment, and a contemplative lament encapsulating the modern generational woes.
Through trenchant lyrics and stark beats, Afourteen isn’t just creating music; he is painting a grim mural of the existential dread that haunts today’s youth. The song’s potency stems from the duality of its raw vulnerability and ferocious introspection, making ‘Somniphobia’ a disquieting yet captivating auditory experience.
Plunging into Abyss: The Insomnia of the Soul
The opening verses of ‘Somniphobia’ immediately plunge the listener into a vivid portrayal of insomnia. Not merely a physical inability to sleep, these lines echo the insomniac’s plight – the existential unease that takes hold when darkness falls, leaving one trapped in reflective solitude. Afourteen doesn’t only depict the tossing and turning; he brings to life the mental dungeon where one’s demons run unchained.
These opening lines are an artful mosaic of self-inflicted isolation and desperate cries for help, ensnaring listeners in a claustrophobic narrative that is at once deeply personal and universally relatable. The visceral feels of ‘my body’s growing colder’ isn’t just a sensation; it’s the slow, creeping realization of one’s own fading essence.
The Unseen Scars and Vomit-Stained Realities
Afourteen’s lyrical prowess shines starkly through lines describing waking up in one’s vomit, a gruesome yet potent metaphor for the self-destructive aftermath of personal battles. This is not just a spillage of bodily fluids but the expulsion of pent-up psychological turmoil manifesting in its most raw form.
The artist’s struggle with self-identification, coated in the ideologies of existentialism, hints at the imminent futility felt in the search for self. ‘Wish I was taken in my sleep, God help me’ is a line that resonances not as a mere call for divine intervention but as a profound resignation to life’s ceaseless suffering.
Unearthing the Hidden Message: A Symphony of Despair
Beneath the surface of Afourteen’s sleep phobia lies a labyrinth of deeper fears: the dread of living a life unfulfilled, the paranoia of deceitful relationships, and the inescapable nature of one’s own mind. When he spits ‘A world of liars, they conspire on my every move,’ it’s an exclamation of the paranoia that comes with not knowing who to trust, be it others or oneself.
The repeating motifs of sickness and exhaustion illustrate a chronic affliction that goes beyond the physical; ‘I’m so sick’ becomes a mantra of desolation, a refrain that echoes the debilitating state of being fed up with not just another person or the world, but with existence itself.
Lyrical Lacerations: The Lines that Cut Deep
‘I fell in love at 17 / And now you’re opposite with me’ are lines that articulate a common human thread – the striking pain of love found and then inverted into animosity. This juxtaposition of past innocence with present bitterness showcases the metamorphosis of relationships over time, further enhancing the song’s poignant core.
In ‘Somniphobia’, Afourteen isn’t simply delivering lines; he’s performing emotional surgery. Each word is a scalpel, making precise incisions that reveal the internal strife the artist, and listener alike, may feel. These lyrics act as a mirror, reflecting the complex emotions many grapple with in silence.
The Anthem of the Broken: A Rallying Cry for the Lost
‘It’s a sick world we live in / And I’m not sure I want to stay at all’ captures the zeitgeist of a generation teetering on the edge of nihilism. Afourteen has crafted an anthem for those who feel beaten and downtrodden, his music offering solace in the shared experience of existential fatigue.
While ‘Somniphobia’ masquerades as a somber ode to sleeplessness, its tendrils reach into the very heart of modern ennui. The song serves as a voice for the voiceless, a stark reminder that amidst the cacophony of life’s relentless assault, one’s feelings of brokenness are seen, heard, and profoundly felt.
