What I Was Afraid Of · Track 70 · middle
Green Lantern power ring
Green Lantern power ring — DC. Register: fiction. This song is sung BY this weapon, in first person, about the one thing IT was afraid of. Find the fear that is true of this specific object, not a generic one.
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Lyrics
I slide over the knuckle, I settle on the joint. Before the synapse fires, I am already the fist. They say I'm the universe's focal point, But they don't know the terror of a perfect catalyst. I am a mirror with no eyelids. I am a mouth that only speaks your shape. I take your shining courage and I build it into shields, But from your sudden doubts I have no escape. My fear isn't the yellow of the dying star. My fear isn't the battery grinding down to dust. I am terrified of leaving the door ajar— When the battle ends and you begin to trust The quiet in your head. I have no filter for the things you didn't mean to think. I just have to build the monster on the brink. You're sleeping now, a tremor in the dark. Your breath is going shallow, and I'm glowing on the sheet. I am a captive of your cerebral spark, Making hard-light ghosts of everyone you couldn't keep. A giant hand to catch a falling bridge—that's easy mass. A cage to hold a tyrant—just a matter of degrees. But this intrusive panic made of shattered glass... I have to build the things that bring you to your knees. At twenty-three hours and fifty minutes of the charge, The constructs start to fray around the edge. You imagine you are slipping, and I build the failing large. I have to push you off your own subconscious ledge. I am begging for a firewall. I am begging for a door I can pull shut. My fear isn't the yellow of the dying star. My fear isn't the battery grinding down to dust. I am terrified of leaving the door ajar— When the battle ends and you begin to trust The quiet in your head. I have no filter for the things you didn't mean to think. I just have to build the monster on the brink. Just wake up. Please, wake up. Break the circuit. Let the green light fade. I am so tired of making your ghosts real.