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letra de devil's night - blkmsk

[intro]
sh-t, man
f-cking time is it?
f-ck
f-cking tired

[verse]
sh-t, it’s 4:30 in the morning, the f-ck am i doing?
scratch my eyes and then i rise up, all these dreams pursuin’
bags sagging, hanging on my face
this insomnia has got me in a race i’m losing
got me choosing between
an extra hour of sleep and negligence on my work
than ex the power for me and negatively convert
but i slip on my shirt
and take a p-ss while i shirk
think i slipped with the urge
but i’m not really sure
walk back in my room, where the darkness consume
chalk it up the moon
but i’m lost in the lune
sink back on my sheets
think cattles of sheep
they start passing the scene
more of a battle for me
close my eyes in even harder start to fade away
now the time is stretching farther got no patience man
patterns flash up, projectin’ themselves up on my eyelids
saturn’s cast up, deflecting in circles round my conscious
battered, bashed luck, reflecting on old options
i could have made in the past
dissecting each problem that should have just came and passed
now it’s entertainment lasts
and stays up in my broadcast
for all of my old tasks
“i should have just told that”
“i should have just done this”
“i should have just run quick”
“man i was a punk b-tch”
but now it’s a sunk ship
and all of that dumb sh-t
that floats around in my mind
hoping for a time like this
i feel like bickle
i’m stuck in the f-cking middle
between a transcendence of reality and all of my dreams
in the purgatory, banned heaven but it seems i’m in this living h-ll
it reads zero point zero on the tipping scale
seen no joints that uphold justice in the cruel world
piece of something even stronger than a duel curl
everything i’m loving have to put that curtail
lowering myself, i just hope i curve well
i’m getting restless
extra stressing mixed with this depression
this melatonin ain’t working, can’t even feel its presence
groaning, empty and urgent, from all this sh-t i swept in
roads i’ve taken these turns in seem to be misdirected
i’m being haunted by my own blessings
i’m just a p-wn in my rumbling chess game, not close to a king
my stomach bubbling up, like a soda machine
fragmented reality, piecing broken dreams
i tap in it, reaching out to me, now this pain is too deep
to handle, i’m just an idle candle next to a fire of class c
my eyes open to past dreams
i check the clock, and it’s only four fifty three

[outro]
sh-t
f-ck, man
f-ck am i gonna go to school tomorrow?
f-ck this
sh-t

- blkmsk

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