[Intro]
shadows creep, got me gripping the edge,
fingers slip on the ledge, no ledge left.
[Verse 1]
Eyes peeled back, staring at the void's grin,
brain's a busted cassette, looping the sin.
Chased these ghosts through the alley of what-ifs,
they slip like oil on my palms, slick with the drips.
Heart's a hollow drum, beats echo empty halls,
walls closing in, graffiti screams my falls.
Pills scatter like confetti from a funeral pop,
swallow the lot, hope the numb don't stop.
Memories knife-twist, replay the crash site,
tires screech silent, but the pain bites right.
Friends fade to pixels, screens crack under thumb,
alone in the feed, scrolling toward the dumb.
Why chase the flicker when the bulb's long burned?
Shadows laugh low, lessons never learned.
[Chorus]
Run from the black, but it sticks to your soles,
mind's a meat grinder, chewing up souls.
Scream at the mirror, it cracks with a shrug,
chase 'em forever, pull the plug—yeah, unplug.
Black, black, drowning in the slack,
shadows stack, attack, no coming back.
Run from the black, but it owns your bones,
home in the drone, throne of the alone.
[Verse 2]
Nights bleed into sludge, clock ticks like a bomb,
ticking off the nothings, calm before the storm.
Voices in the vent, whispering my debts,
regrets stack like plates, crash when I forget.
Lungs full of rust, breath comes in hacks,
tracks lead to nowhere, just the aftermath cracks.
Lover's ghost lingers, perfume on the sheet,
sweet turned sour, defeat in every beat.
Pockets empty, dreams pawned for a hit,
quit the quitters, but the itch won't sit.
Streetlights buzz judgment, yellow on the wet,
step in the puddle, ripple the regret.
Chasing tail-lights of the bus I missed,
fist to the glass, wrist kissed by the twist.
[Chorus]
[Bridge]
What if the light's just a lie in the dark?
Spark dies quick, leaves the mark.
Arms heavy with the weight of the unsaid,
head full of lead, bed unmade, dread spread.
Twist the knife slow, feel the slow bleed,
need the bleed to believe it's real, steal the seal.
From the bottle, from the blade, from the fade—
trade the day for the grave's shade.
[Verse 3]
Dawn creeps cruel, paints the room in piss-gold,
cold sweat sheets tangle, strangle the hold.
Bills pile like bodies after the brawl,
crawl to the kitchen, fall in the sprawl.
Coffee's bitter kiss, miss the morphine drip,
trip on the cord, floor meets the lip.
Boss man's echo, "step up or step out,"
shout at the phone, tone drowns the doubt.
Wallet's a wallet of wounds, empty grins,
wins lost to the spin, begin again? Nah, sins.
Chasing the high of the low that won't quit,
lit by the flick of the zippo's spit.
Shadows tag-team, drag me down the drain,
rain taps the pane, pain's refrain.
[Verse 4]
[tighten back, rhyme chains snap]
Fingers claw carpet, grasping at ghosts,
hosts of the hurt, flirt with the most.
Lost in the loop, soup of the sour,
hour after hour, devour the power.
Eyes itch with salt from the dry heave cry,
lie to the sky, why bother the try?
Pipes groan like throats in the throes of choke,
joke's on me, broke, smoke curls the poke.
Chased 'em to corners, horns of the bull,
pull the wool, fool—still the full skull.
Dents in the dash from the rage-road rage,
page after page, cage of the stage.
End of the reel, feel the reel spin wild,
child of the vile, smile filed.
[Outro]
Black owns the track, no turning slack,
crack in the back, attack the lack.
Chant it back: shadows win, skin thin,
drown in the din, begin the end—fin.