Ghost Of Terror They know my face, they know my name, They know the clothes I wear, They whisper when I walk the stairs, Like I was never meant to be there. They mock the way I speak my mind, They laugh at what I stand for, Every hallway, every doorway, Every fucking night—once more. But I don't swing, I don't scream, I don't answer hate with fists. I disappear into the darkness And become the thing they missed. I am the Ghost of Terror, The shadow underneath your door. You wanted war without a battle— Now you don't know what you're fighting for. I am the Ghost of Terror, You hear me when the building sleeps. No blood, no broken bones, no glory— Just the fear that never leaves. A note beneath the windshield, A whisper through the wall, A light that flickers down the corridor When nobody's there at all. Footsteps stopping at your doorway, Silence when you look outside, A name scratched deep inside your thoughts— A presence you can't identify. You wanted me to lose my temper, You wanted me to play your game. But rage is easy to predict, And fear has no face or name. So I learned your little habits, I learned the hours that you keep. I became a question in your mind That followed you to sleep. I am the Ghost of Terror, The shadow underneath your door. You wanted war without a battle— Now you don't know what you're fighting for. I am the Ghost of Terror, The nightmare in the concrete halls. You tried to make me feel like nothing— Now you don't feel safe at all. One by one the voices vanished, One by one the doors went quiet. The people who could never shut up Suddenly refused to start it. Boxes carried down the staircase. Cars disappearing overnight. Nobody says exactly why— Nobody wants to talk about that night. And I remain. Not victorious with violence, Not a king upon a throne, Just the bastard they kept pushing Who finally stood alone. You wanted me gone from your neighbourhood, You wanted me ashamed. You wanted everyone against me, You wanted me afraid. But I never needed weapons. I never needed a crew. I only needed patience And a darker side of you. Now the hallway's fucking silent. Now the walls have learned my name. Every door stays firmly closed When they hear my footsteps change. And somewhere in another building, Someone tells the story low: "There was a man back in that neighbourhood..." "Don't fuck with him." They'll never know the truth. I am the Ghost of Terror, And the terror was their own. I only held the mirror up— They built the nightmare on their own. I am the Ghost of Terror, Still walking through these halls. No fists, no blood, no battlefield— Just silence behind the walls. You wanted to break me. You wanted me to run. Instead you broke yourselves And called it getting out. Now nobody laughs. Nobody screams. Nobody knocks upon my door. The neighbourhood finally learned: You don't have to fight the monster When the monster lives inside their fear. I am the Ghost. I am still here.
