[Presong Spoken] (How’s it look?) It looks Clear (*Shit*... You Said it was Clear!) [Intro: The Reveal] [Music: Deep sub-bass drone enters. The faint, rhythmic, metallic clang begins its slow beat.] [Vocal: Spoken, cold, emotionless] They wanted a killer. They got one... I did not get these eyes for seeing in the dark... I got them for seeing you. [Verse 1: The Predator's Nature] [Music: Industrial beat kicks in, slow and heavy] [Vocal: Slow, patient monologue] I don't navigate the space at my back, I just make the shadows follow the track. It isn't a monster, it isn't a friend, It's the darkness I carry that never will end. You think the light is your shelter, your shield? The only real truth is the fear that you yield. [Pre-chorus | Spoken, Cold] All you people are so scared of me. Most days I'd take that as a compliment. But it ain't me you gotta worry about now. [Chorus: The Core Truth] [Music: Distortion and bass swell, rhythm remains relentless] [Vocal: Cold, emotionless declaration] The eyeshine—it is not a gift or a grace. It's the final, cold truth you are forced now to face. The dark counts names; I collect each toll. I carry the night like a blade in my soul. It’s hunger; it’s law; it’s everything I control. [Verse 2: The Machine's Law] [Music: Beat and drone continue, minimal variation] [Vocal: Monotonous, philosophical] Your kind believes in mercy, in law and in light, I only believe in the fury of night. A chain-link life on a chain-link world, The destiny of a creature who's lost and been hurled. I'll give you a second to think and to breathe… Then take all the pain that the wreckage can bequeath. [Pre-chorus | Spoken Cold] Like I said, it ain't me you gotta worry about. Where the hell's your God now? [Chorus: The Core Truth] [Music: Distortion and bass swell, cymbals crash slowly] [Vocal: Cold, emotionless declaration] The eyeshine—it is not a gift or a grace. It's the final, cold truth you are forced now to face. The dark counts names; I collect each toll. I carry the night like a blade in my soul. It’s hunger; it’s law; it’s everything I control. [Bridge: The End Game] [Music: Drops to the sub-bass drone and the lone, metallic clang] [Vocal: Quiet, almost whispered, but intensely menacing] They say I'm an animal. Maybe they're right. But an animal only kills to survive the long night. You're not survivors. You're just... targets. Now, the game is over. it "looked clear(Well how does it look now?) It looks clear…. [The music grinds to a halt]
