[Intro: Slow, heavy electronic kick drum pulsing, followed by a sudden, aggressive tribal tom-tom drum roll] [Verse 1] [Staccato, spoken-word style delivery, locked to the heavy beat] Shadows falling on the wall, Footsteps walking down the hall, Someone’s standing at the gate, Hurry now, it’s getting late. Listen to that funny sound, Look out, don’t you turn around, Something’s moving in the dark, Listen to the watchdog bark! [Chorus] [Drums explode into a driving, heavy industrial rock rhythm] Watch your step, look out, here comes the Sneak! Creeping up the stairs, walking on your cares. Hear that funny tread? Better hide your head. It’s the Sneak! It’s the Sneak! With a ghostly stride, nowhere left to hide. Have you heard it? Have you seen it? Watch your step, I really mean it. There's a phantom on your track, Do not look behind your back, It’s the Sneak! [Bridge: Drums drop to a minimalist, menacing tribal rhythm, heavy bass synth line] [Verse 2] [Vocals low and tense, building pressure with each line] Mystic shadows everywhere, Strange vibrations in the air, Lock the window, bolt the door, There it is upon the floor! Can’t you feel that sudden chill? Everything is dark and still, Do not speak above a breath, Or you'll meet the sneak of death! [Chorus] [Full intensity, drums pounding at maximum volume] Watch your step, look out, here comes the Sneak! Creeping up the stairs, walking on your cares. Hear that funny tread? Better hide your head. It’s the Sneak! It’s the Sneak! With a ghostly stride, nowhere left to hide. Have you heard it? Have you seen it? Watch your step, I really mean it. There's a phantom on your track, Do not look behind your back, It’s the Sneak! [Outro: Heavy drum solo, matching the rhythm of the words "It's the Sneak!", ending on a final, resonant snare smash]
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