In "Phantom Pain," SLEEPWALKER turns a relationship into a ritual of mutual damage, where affection is measured by how much it hurts. Biting down on defeat and being baptized in gasoline frames devotion as self-immolation, while the repeated accusation that this is called love but never feels like enough exposes a cycle of blame and hunger. Staying after being cut deep becomes a sick devotion, asking whether love can exist without pain. The song lands on exhaustion, not resolution, as the weight of staying outweighs the hope of change.
Phantom Pain Lyrics by SLEEPWALKER
Bite down on the wire and taste defeat
Static halos where your gods used to be
Drowned in hope, confess my disease
Then baptise me in gasoline
You like to call this love
But it never seems enough
So call me the enemy when it’s done,
A snake with scales and a forked tongue
It’s evident we both can’t change who we are
You cut me deep and still i stay
a sick devotion consuming me
Is it really love without the pain?
Nailed to your cross, forgetting who i was
This weight is far too much
You like to call this love
But it never seems enough
Oh you like to call this love
But it never seems enough