In the midnight I can see the shadows stalking
On my way back from the graveyard, dead man walking
Thinking back to my cemetery Daydreams
Laying in a coffin isn't as scary as it seems
Stay strapped daily with the A3
I don't understand how they breathe
When they wear a mask staring at me
Guess they can't handle the broken seams
I was never meant to be picture perfect
If you want respect tell me what you're serving
If you can't then why do you waste my time
I'm looking for ones that are worth all mine
It's always the midnight hour, when my thoughts get louder
I know I'm destined for greatness, but it doesn't mean it's painless
Always take it with a pen to the paper
It's better than my blood on a razor
Feels like they're hunting for me tonight
But I gotta fight it off before panic strikes
I'm fighting dark thoughts in my head
So pray they fade when I go to bed
It's already hard for me to sleep when I start a new project
But I've been killing off these ghosts that wanna keep me haunted
I'm tired of always going through another breakdown
Cause I don't want these nightmares anymore now
Lost myself but I've been on Elm Street
And I pray that I can live to see my next dream
So at this point you might as well put me to the test
If I don't make it out then go ahead and lay me to rest
