[Intro] (The sparse, haunting piano melody plays solo. A gritty, deep UK accent cuts through the cold night air.) "Yeah. Look. You think Haddonfield is quiet? You think locking the front door keeps the boogeyman out? Nah. Some people aren't human, blud. They're just... the shape. Let’s get it." (Heavy UK drill drum pattern drops hard with a sharp knife-slash sound effect) [Verse 1: The Origin & The Sanitarium Escape] Nineteen-sixty-three, Halloween night in the cold, A six-year-old kid with a story untold. Judith on the stairs, blood on the blade, That's where the monster, the silent killer, was made. Locked away in Smith's Grove, staring at the wall, Fifteen years silent, never speaking at all. Loomis knew the truth, saw the devil in his eyes, Just an empty shell hiding under porcelain lies. Then came the storm, fifteen years to the day, Stole the station wagon, headed straight back your way. White mask, boiler suit, stepping in the dark, Haddonfield streets where he left his mark. [Chorus] (The beat strips back slightly, heavy bassline pulsing beneath the repeating, iconic piano melody) White mask shining in the streetlamp glow, Walking very slow, but he always catches up, though! The Shape is on the glide, got no reason, got no fear, Michael Myers back in Haddonfield every single year! No words, no mercy, just a knife in the dark, Leaving cold bodies lying dead in the park! [Verse 2: Victim Selection & The Pure Evil] Now how does he pick 'em? There’s no rhyme or no reason, Just a dark compulsion coming back with the season. He doesn't want money, he doesn't want fame, Just stalking through the shadows, playing his game. Babysitters on the porch, teens getting high, He watches from the hedge as the hours roll by. Tilt of the head, standing still like a ghost, Targeting the ones who feel the safest the most. Dr. Loomis said it best: it’s pure evil inside, No conscience, no heart, nowhere left to hide. You can shoot him, you can stab him, drop him off the floor, He gets right back up and he’s knocking on your door! [Outro] (The heavy 808 bass cuts out completely, leaving only the chilling, iconic piano melody playing out slowly into silence.) "He's coming home, mate... Happy Halloween." (A heavy breath echoing inside a rubber mask, followed by a sudden click of a knife blade)
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