tired nights, endless nights.
awkward conversation,
tired eyes and spiral minds in stammer and hesitation...
Swipe the screen, accept the call.
The other line is cold, cause, receiver's games
are old.
Now there's bangs on the door,
but the clock is reading
12 AM.
Forever it's been, 12 AM,
Grow some balls; that's what he said,
before a bullet met his head,
Should've hid alone instead,
We get betrayed and now we're dead.
sleepless nights, nightmare nights
power to anxiety,
The queen controls society,
She's the reason that we break.
The clock is screaming 3AM, the devil's hour
dawns,
Run down the stairs, out of sight, and don't you
dare to pause.
A monster lurks, our fear is fake
Lucifer churns with length-less snakes
The clock ticks by, God forsake I give into temptation.
Awaits me now, salvation, but it's back to 12AM.
Each time we live, time backs some steps,
I'm trying to escape,
Game resets to 12AM and there's still no time to pray.
