[Verse 1] I’m the crack in the wall, little shadow in the hall, hear the claws when I crawl, you ain’t safe in your skin I’m the thought in your skull that you’re trying to dull but you can’t, so it grows, chewing holes from within Got a grin like a slit from ear to ear, every tear that you drip, I sip, that’s gin Every whisper in the wind say “run,” but your feet locked stiff, yeah, the nightmare wins I’m the mold in the soul, that cold in your bones when your pulse get low and your breath get thin I’m the code in the phone, that tone when it ring 3AM, dead friend, then the call drop in I’m the face in the frame that you swear just twitched, every pic on your cam look grim I’m the stain on the blade when your name on the page of the case they can’t quite pin I’m the hum in the humdrum humdrum life, then it spikes to a scream in the dead of the night I’m the rope in the attic and the chair kicked back and the note you ain’t ever gonna get quite right I’m the itch in your wrist, that flick of the switch, that twist when the pupils light I’m the glitch in the script where you thought you were safe, now the credits just say “you died” I put nails in the rails of your train of thought, derail that brain on sight Every prayer that you say just taste like fear, I feed when you fake that piety rite I’m the voice in the vent, in the event that you vent to a friend, I’m the friend that bites Every “help me” sent gets sent to spam, I spam your head till your head ain’t right [Chorus] Welcome to the night terrors, baby, don’t blink If you look in the sink, that’s your face in the pink You can run, you can pray, you can drown in the drink But you stuck in my script, every page in ink Cut deep, cut quick, let the red moon sing Heart race, jaw clench, let the headroom shrink You can scream, you can plead, you can fall, you can think But the more that you think, yeah, the more you sink [Verse 2] I’m the static in the attic when the floorboards creak, every squeak spell “quit” but you step in again I’m the maggot in the habit, you grab it, you stab it, but grab back, now the handle in your hand ain’t clean I’m the clack of the teeth when you grind in your sleep, I eat what you dream, make a feast from the scenes I’m the laugh in the glass when it crack, you slash, see ash where your last little sliver of belief once been I’m the rot in the walls of the church you trust, rust in the cup that you sip from slow I’m the thought in your throat, every quote that you choke, every joke that you smoke just to hide that low I’m the itch in the stitch when your wrist got wrapped, relapse, peel back, see the old wounds glow I’m the map to the trap that you built yourself, but I twist each road till you lose that hope I’m the click, that tick, that tock in the lock when it drop, you boxed in, lights dim I’m the drip from the lip of the pipe overhead, that red in the spread on the tiles so slick I’m the hiss in the kiss of the snake you date, that fate on a plate, take a bite, get sick I’m the line in the rhyme that rewind in your mind, you recite till you slide from the brink I’m the stain on the brain where your mom said “stop,” but you pop two more just to calm that spin I’m the grin on the doc when he sign that script, when he know that the dose gonna dose that sin I’m the ghost in the post that your dad won’t read, when you plead, he asleep, TV on, lights dim I’m the crack in the back of the mask you wear till it tears from within
