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It's midnight

It's midnight

@PaperCat

Modern sci-fi electronica, cinematic neo-classical electronic, 100 bpm, complex idm textures, deep sub-bass, organic orchestral cello accents, spacious spatial audio, futuristic, emotional build-up

v6 92 28.09.2026
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[Verse 1] It's midnight in my head, the beast is waking slow A familiar demon whispers things I shouldn't know He holds a mirror to me, I see a pale and hollow ghost I'm running through the hallways of a mansion with no end The doors slam shut behind me, I'm naked and condemned I feel his cold claws tracing down my spine [Chorus] And I found a map to cities made of fog Abandoned stations where the trains no longer call But in every refuge, I still see his face He took away my memories, burned every page I leave behind the laughter and the love I used to know Fading photographs and promises in pieces on the floor [Verse 2] And what if I just stopped now? What if I turned to fight? This demon's just a shadow, a fear I can't outrun tonight These places that don't exist, they're just my ruined heart I'm running through the hallways of a mansion with no end The doors slam shut behind me, I'm naked and condemned I feel his cold claws tracing down my spine [Chorus] And I found a map to cities made of fog Abandoned stations where the trains no longer call But in every refuge, I still see his face He took away my memories, burned every page I leave behind the laughter and the love I used to know Fading photographs and promises in pieces on the floor [Bridge] Maybe the beast is just my own reflection staring back Maybe the mansion's walls are built from everything I lack Maybe the fog, the empty trains, the gardens in the sky Are just the places where my broken spirit learned to hide [Chorus] And I found a map to cities made of fog Abandoned stations where the trains no longer call But in every refuge, I still see his face He took away my memories, burned every page I leave behind the laughter and the love I used to know Fading photographs and promises in pieces on the floor [Outro] It's midnight in my head, the beast is waking slow A familiar demon whispers things I shouldn't know But maybe if I face him, maybe if I stay The fog will lift, the trains will run, and I will find my way

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