**[Intro – atmospheric guitars building slow, distant thunder & whispers (Maynard-style echoing spoken word)]** Shadows in the mirror… feeling myself… Self-made hell… karma’s got the key… Light’s coming… but we ain’t ready… **[Chorus – Laid-back HorrorCore Rapper (melodic, half-sung, half-rapped – Doobie-style hook layers on top)]** I’m on the real, I’m just feeling myself Looking ‘round this self-made hell Life won’t fuck too hard if you ain’t got the karma If you’re down to keep your nose dirty, keep it numb all night long These nights never run long enough though Demons doing backflips while the reaper does the stroll **[Verse 1 – Laid-back HorrorCore Rapper (slow, trippy flow – calm but ice-cold menace)]** Mirror full of fractures, reflections plotting schemes Voices in the cranium tearing up my dreams Built this cage brick-by-brick with every bad decision Horrorcore reality—no escape, no intermission Snort another like and watch it all come alive right in front of your tired ass eyes and let the powder paint the scene Numb the inner screaming, living in between The living and the dead—reaper on my shoulder Laid back in the fucking camper like, getting colder, bolder I’m on the real, yeah, I’m feeling myself Staring through the smoke where the shadows know they self Life won’t fuck too hard if you ain’t got the karma But mine’s stacking bodies like a midnight fuckin drama Keep your nose dirty, lines like yay high No wonder I got fried it's amazing I'm even alive Keep it numb all night long—potion, powder, twist Nights never run long enough though dreams slipping the trip Dawn creeps up my spine like wow now **[Chorus – Full, with Tool guitar swell + Doobie ad-libs (“Yeah… numb nights… hell yeah”)]** **[Verse 2 – Doobie the Rapper (chill rock-rw & emotional, slight guitar melody underneath – his signature pain-to-power vibe)]** Yeah, I been right where the drugs stop working, still I chase the high Nose full of that white snow, soul searching in the sky Karma creeping quiet like fog around the block Self-made prison cell—keys thrown away, no lock Roll one up or pop another just to feel alive Comedown hits harder than the truth I can’t deny Beauty in the boogeyman, pain has a purpose though Doobie in the session, building chains or breaking ‘em slow We keep it numb, keep it dirty, keep it real in the dark Tool guitars screaming while the demons

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