Ghosts Don’t Sleep

Yuh…

Low lights…

Cold nights…

Ghosts don’t—

Ghosts don’t sleep…

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Late night, feel the bass in my bloodstream.

Mind dark, every thought like a cracked screen.

Cold drip, got the fear where my lungs breathe.

Ghosts talk, but they never say one thing.

Heart slow, but the pressure get heavy.

Blood hum like a motor that’s unsteady.

Head filled with the noise, too messy.

Shadows in the room move deadly.

I been up for days, no silence.

Thoughts hit hard like violence.

Life run thin like the mileage.

Ghosts in my chest, no guidance.

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Ghosts don’t sleep—

They pull on my soul like a dead tide.

Ghosts don’t sleep—

They lurk in my head when the moon hides.

Ghosts don’t sleep—

They ride every beat like a parasite.

Ghosts don’t sleep—

So I stay woke through the long night.

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Backtrack, see the pain in the rewind.

Dark thoughts lurking deep in the fault lines.

Cold sweat creeping down from the inside.

Ghosts right here, but they hide in the thin light.

Bass hit low, then it shakes through my rib cage.

Life feel stuck in a long, never-end phase.

Eyes on red, but the fear never rotates.

Mind on tilt like a glitch in an old game.

I don’t trust sleep—too fragile.

I don’t trust dreams—too tactical.

Every old fear still practical.

Ghosts in my path move radical.

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Ghosts don’t sleep—

They pull on my soul like a dead tide.

Ghosts don’t sleep—

They lurk in my head when the moon hides.

Ghosts don’t sleep—

They ride every beat like a parasite.

Ghosts don’t sleep—

So I stay woke through the long night.

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Low breath.

Cold steps.

Ghost hands

On my neck.

Faint screams

In my head.

No sleep—

Just dread.

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Yeah…

If the ghosts don’t sleep, then neither do I.

Let the bass run low, let the fears go by.

Another long night.

Another slow fight.

Ghosts don’t…

Ghosts don’t sleep.