No Sleep Machine

Written and produced by Gianni Macaroni. (C) Macaroni Productions #InsomniaVibes #SurvivorEnergy #NoSleepMusic #RawLyrics #GrittyMusic #UndergroundArtist #NewMusic #OriginalSong #EmotionalRap #AlternativeMusic #MentalBattle #DarkAesthetic #SleepDeprived #NightmareFuel #EmotionalStorytelling #PainToPurpose #HauntedMind #ShadowWork #InnerDemons #DeepLyrics #RealMusic #RawEmotion #BrokenButFighting #KeepPushing #EmotionalArt #DarkVibes #LateNightThoughts #InsomniaLife #HauntedByDreams #NoRestForTheWeary #EmotionalDepth #StoryDrivenMusic #DarkCreative #EmotionalRelease This track is the sound of a body that should’ve collapsed a long time ago but didn’t. It comes from nights with no sleep, floors paced and a heartbeat that won’t slow down no matter how hard you try to shut the world out. This track is built from nights where the world goes silent but the thoughts don’t, where the body trembles for rest and the nightmares wait with open hands. If you’ve ever felt the weight of exhaustion settle into your bones then this track will hit you straight in the ribs. Lyrics: Mmmmm… zombie walking Cold steel heartbeat pounding Eyes always forever open They never want to close I pace floors endlessly Feet tired of the hard floor Body breaking down slowly It stays unbroken daily Dreams hit hard nightly Nightmares hunt me constant Wake like sprinted miles Chest hammering violently I feel like a zombie Built from trauma’s fire I am a no sleep machine Somehow I remain standing Ninety minutes nightly rest Nightmares haunt me daily Muscles struggle to move Tired past the breaking state Running on fumes constantly Heart racing violently I keep marching onward Exhaustion strikes me hard I feel like a zombie Built from trauma’s fire I am a no sleep machine Somehow I remain standing Dead-eyed marching forward Trauma never letting up Tired but trying hard Body remains scarred Blood-cold focus locked inside No rest granted, none supplied Still keep rising through Still keep pushing through I feel like a zombie Built from trauma’s fire I am a no sleep machine Somehow I remain standing