Basketball clown phantom

You´re on t.v
the last night of your life
The spirit you boast is now a basketball
being bounced by a clown phantom

Bed spins
You become him
See yourself attemtping sleep
4 am and the game has begun

The bed spins and the phantom lurks
Your face pokes out and the phantom hits it
you struggle and turn searching for the comfort
that the night won´t provide

You´re on t.v
how about dying in your sleep
as the phantom plays basketball with your soul
Dawn is nearing like pity

You´ll be half traumatized
half warped
halfway falling out of your bed
Th phantom stirs you wake