Late Nights

“Midnight Goldstone”

Driving to the coast, feeling like a ghost
Never do the most
Cutting throats
Get me high cuz I want the highest dose
But every toke is making the reaper more close
Running from the fate you chose, but I see you in my scope
You don’t know until you froze, now I wait for you to decompose
I don’t know 
Feeling slow
Rolling dope
Pennywise would be proud of the way that I float 
Money fucking falls
Call the bank there’s nothing in the vault 
Wish that I could have a house like Aaron Paul 
Wish that something in this life wasn’t fucking false 
Demons standing tall over the broken line of salt
Every room call me the fucking black sheep  
Got wool on my eyes and I can’t see 
I’m the banshee, eyes red from the tears that I fucking weep

To my dome, put it, put it to my dome
Midnight goldstone  
Put it, put it, put it to my dome
To my dome, put it, put it to my dome
Midnight goldstone  
Put it, put it, put it to my

Lately I’ve been going through some shit that makes me stay in bed 
I don’t wanna do another day of feeling dread
Feeling heavy like lead
Everyone left me on read 
Demons saying fuck em all you’ll be better off dead 
Hanging from a thread 
Overfed my head
Fork and knife consuming all my negative thoughts instead 
Looking in the infrared, see the spirits of the dead 
Every day I bend backwards but it’s not enough they said
I’ll be in the dirt where the maggots are 
I’ll be in my room just watching avatar 
What the fuck you talking for, who the fuck is you?
I just wanna make a beat and snack like Scooby Doo
Dump my body in the ocean but I float ashore
Try to bargain with the devil but he wants more
I shook his hand and put it to my dome,
float up to a galaxy that looks like midnight goldstone

Money fucking falls
Call the bank there’s nothing in the vault 
Wish that I could have a house like Aaron Paul 
Wish that something in this life wasn’t fucking false 
Demons standing tall over the broken line of salt

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Midnight Goldstone

“Recurring Dreams”

Body rotting but I have a plot
Take ‘em to the ocean and I dump em off a yacht 
Red and blue flashing, know I’m fucking caught 
Put my hands in the air, and my knees dropped 
Now I watch the days go by, I’m sitting in a cell
Never see a blue sky but tell my fam I’m doing well 
Made mistakes and I made my own hell 
Recurring dreams where I’m burning in a fucking plane that fell
Tired of fake fucking people never having my back
Tired of days turning to weeks where sleep lacks
Tired of smoking weed just to relax 
I don’t wanna feel this shit until my body is ash 

Rose made of palm, rose like a phoenix 
Came back as a demon but nobody fucking 
see it
Invisible, miserable, now I’m spewing stupid syllables 
Not loveable 
Not liveable 
If anything I’m fucking killable
I’m despicable 
Life feeling like an SAT, but I’m not quizzable
Unpredictable, 
Second guessing everything is typical 
solving problems to the minimal 
Smoking chemicals 
Fucking killable
I’m despicable 
Life feeling like an SAT, but I’m not quizzable
Unpredictable, 
Second guessing everything is typical 
Solving problems to the minimal 
Smoking chemicals

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Recurring Dreams

“RAINDROPS”

I’m on a spree, off my skin I’m flicking fleas
I’m empty, I’m alone in my home but a ghost is making the floor creak
Keep emotions on a leash 
Smoking reef, forgetting memories, but I
keep them like receipts
I will take them to the sea
Pouring my ash out in Atlantic oceans 
Spreading to the shore I keep on growing, 
Keep on flowing to where my soul is fucking meant to be 
I wake, try to be brave, I don’t want dust to be the only part that’s left of me
Never thought that I make it to 23 (what the fuck)
Been pleading for a reasons of why I fall to my degree
Demons tell me I’m just debris, I try to disagree Every day contemplating who to believe (who)
Walking in the street debating hanging from a tree 
I can’t sleep 
I can’t eat
Try to speak and I retreat
Looking back at everything is bittersweet
All I feel is defeat
Try to keep it discrete 
I don’t even know if I’ll ever feel complete 

Lung is full of tar 
Lung is-lung is full of tar 
Running-running but the blood is seeping out their parts 
Seep-seeping out their parts 


Sporting broken hearts on sleeves that feel too short
They ask me how I’m doing I say why the fuck you care for 
Smoke and hit record and say how life’s a bitch,
Now I’m feeling fucking stony when I’m brewing like a witch 
Smoking for a broken heart 
But my lung is full of tar 
Car running out of gas cuz I roll them in cigars
Split them with the same blade that I’m using for my arm 
Fake fuckers running but the blood is seeping out their parts 
They were doomed from the start
Same look you will never see in another eyes 
Seen too many die my body cannot cry I’m fucking dry 
I’m collapsing on myself like a star that died 
I’m refusing all the help all because of selfish pride 
Cells fighting wars in my body 
Demons saying fuck you, stop me 
I’m not good at confrontation or know karate
I’m destroying all around me, you can call me a tsunami 
I got my own body in a sleeper like I’m Sean O’Malley

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RAINDROPS

“PANIC”

Panic setting, panic lurking
Someone close the curtain 
I’m betting that I keep on hurting
Smoking back to back, I’m burning
Made by Burton, I’m not real, animated clay person
Dig my hole and lay and wait for someone to throw the fucking dirt in
And I’m waking devastated when I’m thinking bout the body bags 
Visit mental graves so I’m always wearing fucking black 
Staying late up thinking and I’m breaking down from panic attacks 
Taking your reality and throwing it in the fucking trash 
I’m so numb that nothing can shake me 
Made it past the point of breaking
Brain is feeling like it’s caving
Mind and body aching 
Limbs shaking, head racing,
I’m debating my coffin or my cremation, gotta choose a place for my remains to lay in 


Made by Burton, animated clay person
Dig my hole and lay, throw the fucking dirt in


I can never rest in piece, never hittin REM during sleep
I’m internalizing deep, getting weak
My dreams are nightmares where I can’t speak, shadows climbing on my chest, grabbing my throat and choking me 
Try to scream but all I can do is weep
How long does it take to feel normal again?
I’m spending every day waiting for the day to end 
I’m on game seven with my demons and I can’t defend 
I’m transcending into heaven, from this life I was condemned 
I’m a fallen angel like I’m Lucifer, toss me into the lake
And I realize Hell is painful as I’m going up in flames 
I abandon all hope when I reach the gates
Now I’m the king of demons and they’re feeding me grapes


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PANIC

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