🩸Midnight Screams🩸 by ZAYAZ

   • Guns N' Roses - You Could Be Mine (Officia...  
Inspired by and imitating the guitar hit effect (see 04:14–04:34 in the link).
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Fangs snap, city bleeds, neon fire, I crave.
Needles pierce, veins burst, chaos rides the wave.
Velvet smoke, teeth on skin, hearts collide in lust.
Ash falls, bass roars, in blood we trust.

Midnight screams, the streets obey,
We hunt, we burn, we never stay.

Bite, bite, blood ignite!

Veins on fire, we own the night!
Scream, scream, chaos gleams!
Drink the dark, devour the dreams!

Glass shatters, stars combust, craving every high.
Neon shadows, hearts of rust, in smoke we fly.
Velvet knives, electric pain, fangs mark the skin.
Sin and fire, lust insane, the night drags us in.

Midnight screams, the streets obey,
We hunt, we burn, we never stay.

Bite, bite, blood ignite!
Veins on fire, we own the night!
Scream, scream, chaos gleams!
Drink the dark, devour the dreams!

Ash to ash, vein to vein,
Chaos drips, pleasure’s pain.
City bites, we bite back,
Darkness fuels the final attack.

Bite, bite, blood ignite!
Veins on fire, we own the night!
Scream, scream, chaos gleams!
Drink the dark, devour the dreams!

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𝐃𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐝𝐨 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐥. 𝐈𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐜, 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐛𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞, 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐬. 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐢𝐭. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭. 𝐈 𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝: 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭.