The night never ends.
No sunrise. No escape.
Permanent Midnight lives in that space where sleep stops working, and silence starts speaking back. Calm on the surface, heavy underneath. Psychological verses pull you inward, while the chorus hits like a realization you can’t unlearn. This isn’t about fighting the dark. It’s about accepting it.
Turn the lights low.
Let it loop.
If it feels familiar, you were already here.
