[Female Whisper – Dark Atmosphere] Goth Boy Vampire... [Intro – Rain, Clock Ticking, Dark Piano] [Deep Male Spoken] 2:47 AM. Clocked Out Ink studio. Abbadon's asleep on the mixing board. This one's for the artists making millions... And the ones scared to hit upload. Listen. [Verse 1 – Heavy Gothic Trap, Sharp Aggressive Flow] Red eyes watching every level on the screen, Black hoodie, headphones, still chasing my dream. Saw a young artist saying, "Maybe I should quit," Nobody plays his records, thinks his music ain't shit. I leaned back, stopped the track, let the silence speak, Remembered all the times I thought my sound was weak. Your first damn demo ain't your final reflection, Every failed take gives your talent direction! Can't sharpen your fangs if you won't let 'em show, Can't learn how to fly if you're frightened to grow! Maybe your timing's off, maybe your hook ain't right, That means get back in the booth, try another night! Don't confuse being unknown with having nothing to give, Your music ain't gotta be famous to deserve to live! [Chorus – Explosive 808, Cinematic Strings] DON'T BURY THE DEMO! LET THE WHOLE WORLD HEAR! Black wings don't grow without facing some fear! You ain't gotta be a legend walking through that door, Just be better than the artist that you were before! FANGS OUT! HEAD UP! LET THE SPEAKERS IGNITE! Even vampires gotta grow into the night! Keep your heart in the music, feet on the ground, Don't let somebody else's numbers silence your sound! [Verse 2 – Darker Beat, Fast Aggressive Rap] Now to the ones with the plaques on the wall, Million people screaming every time you call. Respect what you built, you earned your place, But don't forget the struggle before they knew your face! Somebody believed when your numbers were low, Somebody saw a future in your earliest flow. That kid recording underneath a bedroom sheet Might be tomorrow's reason everybody feels the beat! Don't let a golden record turn your black heart cold, You can lift another artist without losing your throne! Give advice, show respect, let the newcomers climb, You were learning how to rhyme at one point in time! A real legend leaves a ladder where the climb was steep, Not another broken dream buried six feet deep! [Bridge – Beat Stops, Emotional Piano] [Deep Male Spoken] And listen... Not every song you make is gonna be good. Sometimes the mix is bad. Sometimes the lyrics need work. Sometimes you start over. That's not failure. That's how you get better. Don't quit before you grow. [Abbadon Break – Silence, Random Keyboard Notes] [Confused Male Spoken] Abbadon? Why'd the beat stop? Bro, get your paws off the spacebar! [Playful Eerie Keyboard Melody] Wait... did you just make that beat? Oh, NOW you're a producer? Little King wants fifty percent royalties! Man, you don't even pay rent! [Sudden Bouncy 808 Drop] CLOCKED OUT INK! Cat on the keys, vampire on the mic! Somebody sign this little menace tonight! [Verse 3 – Triumphant Cinematic Trap, Rapid Flow] Back inside the booth, let the red light shine, Another verse recorded, another mountain to climb! Some will love your music, others won't understand, Some will scroll right past the work you made with your hands. Take the criticism, improve what you create, But don't let somebody's opinion write your fate! You don't need my fangs, find a bite of your own, Build your sound from the stories that you've lived and known! I'm the Goth Boy Vampire, still improving my craft, Still making new mistakes, still learning from the past! If one struggling artist finds the strength to try again, Then this midnight studio session was already a win! [Final Chorus – Massive Orchestral Trap, High Energy] DON'T BURY THE DEMO! LET THE WHOLE WORLD HEAR! Turn your doubts into a reason to keep showing up here! You ain't gotta be a legend walking through that door, Just be better than the artist that you were before! FANGS OUT! HEAD UP! LET THE SPEAKERS IGNITE! Give your dreams another chance underneath these castle lights! To the famous and unknown, let the message resound, Keep your heart in the music, feet on the ground! [Outro – Soft Piano, Rain, Fading Bass] [Deep Male Spoken] To the ones who made it... Remember where you started. To the ones still trying... Keep creating. Keep learning. [Keyboard Click] Abbadon! Quit deleting my tracks! You're fired, Little King! Nah... forever clocked in. [Female Whisper] Goth Boy Vampire...
