[Verse 1] The Ghost haunted by the Mad House The world’s gone quiet, I should be too, But the words keep knockin’ like they’ve got somethin’ to prove. Notebook open, heart half-wired, Lamp burns low, but my brain’s on fire. Coffee cold, but my hands still shake, Tryin’ to build peace with the mess I make. Clock ticks slow, like it’s waitin’ for me, To finish this line before I fall asleep. [Chorus] It’s 2:47 a.m., and the ghosts come through, Talkin’ in rhymes like they used to do. Every word’s a match, every thought’s a flame, I’m writin’ my way through the ache again. Yeah, the world’s at rest, but the words don’t sleep — They dig too deep. [Verse 2] There’s a half moon watchin’ through the glass, Judgin’ every promise I let slip past. Dreams line up, but they don’t stay long, They hum like static, then turn to song. Every scar’s got a melody thread, Every thought I write pulls ghosts from the dead. Ink on my fingers, truth in disguise, I keep chasin’ meaning through bloodshot eyes. [Chorus] It’s 2:47 a.m., and the ghosts come through, Talkin’ in rhymes like they used to do. Every word’s a match, every thought’s a flame, I’m writin’ my way through the ache again. Yeah, the world’s at rest, but the words don’t sleep — They dig too deep. [Bridge] If I stop, they’ll find me — the thoughts I ignore, They’ll kick down the door like they’ve done before. So I’ll write till the sunrise burns through my sin, And start all over again. [Final Chorus] It’s 2:47 a.m., and I’m still alive, Tryin’ to turn survival into rhyme. Every truth I spill, every line I keep, Is proof the pain don’t win — it just doesn’t sleep. [Outro] Ghost haunts the Mad House.
