Freeze Your Brain Lyrics Novels & Stories

I can’t block it out. ‘And high up above or down below’ I stare at the wall where the singing is coming from. My throat tightens. Hot tears crowd behind my eyes, and I want to laugh and scream all at once because this is so — so wrong. Cold-fucking-play in the middle of a seizure? Really? What the hell is wrong with my brain?. Tears start filling my eyes, heavy and hot. The song is just too sad. Too fitting. ‘Tears stream down your face’

Older than time, darker than black, colder than ice. I can't move. I can't swim. I can only hang still and silent as I'm slowly wrapped up in the freezing, never-ending embrace. It's crushing me, engulfing me, little by little. I can't escape this on my own. Someone help me. Please, save me.

He called several bodyguards to stand guard over the freezer’s door and ordered them coldly, “If she doesn’t apologize, don’t let her out even if she dies.” When the door shut in my face, the cold and the darkness enveloped me. In the beginning, the freezer was at a normal temperature, and I could endure it. But ten minutes later, the temperature dropped so quickly that I trembled in the cold and cried out for help. In just a moment, I felt as if my blood had frozen over, and I could not breathe anymore. My heart, too, stopped beating. In the end, I died in the freezer. This time, no one kicked the door open and called out to me.

I replied and watched with pleasure as he laughed again. "Let's just forget I am your boss," He offered. "For tonight," "Hmm, that sounds tempting," I replied with a laugh. Too tempting for my own good. "So? Shall we?" He offered his hand and I took it with delight unable to shake off my face splitting grin. The music changed and Sia's Titanium began making me squeal with joy. I loved this song! Pushing and shoving, we somehow managed to make it to the center of the floor.

“Oh I’m tryin ‘, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin ‘I’m tryin’, I’m tryin ‘Oh tryin’, I’m tryin ‘I’m tryin’ I’m tryin ‘, I’m tryin not to think about you No, no, no, no Not to think about you … “ Slowly I slid my hand from head to waist, itching me to frown to the accompaniment of the music as my hand traveled to other parts of the body. “No, no, no, no Oh I’m tryin ‘, I’m tryin’, I’m tryin ‘I’m tryin’, I’m tryin ‘Oh tryin’, I’m tryin ‘, I’m tryin ‘I’m tryin’, I’m trying ‘Not to give in to you No, no, no, no Not to give in to you With my feelings on fire Guess I’m a bad liar. “ I close my eyes as I turn around swaying my hips. I bit my lip when I saw Doc’s handsome face in my mind.

Like part of me was saying closer while my brain was screaming run. “What happened to me?” I asked finally, my voice losing its edge. “I feel like I overheated and froze at the same time. How does that even work?” His expression shifted. Not softer. Cautious. Like we were stepping into dangerous territory. “You had a high fever,” he said. “Myra said it was dangerous.” “Right. And the part where my hair’s wet? Was that a bath? A shower? An ice execution?” His eyes flickered away for a split second.

My stomach twisted. Every time those doors closed, it felt like a coffin lid being nailed down. “This Freeze game,” the Game Master continued, gesturing toward the silver statue, “is quite simple. A celebration of rhythm, of obedience and of timing.” It paused, savoring that last word. “You will dance when the music plays,” it went on. “And when it stops, you will freeze.” A wave of murmurs broke through the crowd—soft, uncertain. Someone behind me whispered, “That’s it?”

“Say you don’t feel this.” I closed my eyes. For one traitorous second, the ice cracked.

“Keep going. You can do this. Come on, Tie. You can do it, put your back into it. I can do it, put your ass into it. You can do it, put your back into it. I can do it, put your ass into it. Put your back into it. Put your ass into it. Tick, tick, boom! Hear me banging down these back streets. Bumpin’ Blackstreet, treated like an athlete. Life ain’t a track meet, no it’s a marathon.” FUCK! Shit Fuck! Why can’t my brain focus? I was damn sure I was doing it, then my brain went down a music rabbit hole, and I started singing Ice Cube. Now instead of the knife I wanted, I’m looking at an ass pocket watch. I’m serious. It’s a little ass-shaped pocket watch the size of my palm. And you guessed it,

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Jikkeun jikkeungeoryeo (My head hurts) Haneureun haneulsaek saneun ge da ppeonhae (The sky is the color of the sky, life is obvious) * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy took over the rap and Aira looked at me dead in the eye as she leaped on my torso, wounding her legs firmly and sang the next stanza to me and true to her word, or rather the song’s lyrics, tears started to patter down her eyes while our noses slotted close to each other’s which brought our quivering lips even closer.