Out of Luck

[Verse 1 ]
Vial on the nightstand, liquid mercury moon
Echoes of the dealer still humming the tune
I count the drops like rosary—each one a sin
Paradise in pixels, but the pixels wear thin
Empty blister packs, fossils of the high
Arranged like tarot—tell me how I die
The room breathes slow, walls drip ultraviolet
Every shadow’s a witness, every silence a verdict

[Pre-Chorus ]
No beat, just breath
No light, just death
One more echo…
One more echo…

[Chorus ]
Echoes in the vial, calling my name
Ghosts in the glass, playing the same game
One drop left—salvation or shame
Echoes in the vial, drowning the flame

[Verse 2 ]
Polaroids face-down, edges curled like tongues
Memories in chemical, lungs full of rungs
I trace the vein map—highways to the core
Each scar a mile marker, begging for more
The ceiling fan spins, chopping up the dark
Every blade a question—where’d I leave the spark?
Vial catches moonlight, throws it on the floor
Liquid silver scripture—read it, ignore

[Pre-Chorus ]
No beat, just breath
No light, just death
One more echo…
One more echo…

[Chorus ]
Echoes in the vial, calling my name
Ghosts in the glass, playing the same game
One drop left—salvation or shame
Echoes in the vial, drowning the flame

[Bridge ]
Yeah—vial on the altar, mercury confession
I sip the reflection, taste the depression
Mom’s voicemail ghostin’, 3 a.m. confession
I reply with silence—best form of aggression
Blister pack relics, arranged like a shrine
Each pill a prayer that the pain’ll resign
But the pain got a lease, renewed every dose
I’m the tenant, the landlord, the overdose
Room spin 33, vinyl of my life
Needle in the red, but the red feel right
One drop left—liquid epitaph
Specter in the mirror signin’ the photograph

Echoes in the vial

I love hip hop, but I also do a little singing as well, Trap Blues 

Packin my shit

Ghost Fever

Autistic lyrical miracle artist, I specialize in spherical and run on rhymes, every line, verse & word you heard here came straight from my insane, twisted, sick, deranged & yup, utterly fucked up mind. I'm half blind with a fractured spine in real life.

Out of Luck

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