Odes to Joy

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.
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