[Intro — instrumental] [Verse 1 — GHOSTFACE ] Crawl through the crawlspace, jaw full of dust, got a blade and a habit of tapping in patterns, Head through the hatch with a half-broken flashlight, the bulb keeps on blinking, the ceiling is cracking, Drag out a chair, put it dead in the kitchen, sit down like a guest while the whole house is collapsing, Cut every wire, now the TV shows somebody standing exactly where I was standing, Skip two steps, take three back, lean left, tilt head, let the whole room catch that posture, Scratch little circles in the paint on the wall, leave a mark like a signature nobody can decipher, Walk past the portrait, the eyes turn sideways, I flip it around and the frame gets lighter, Look through the keyhole, the room looks empty, pull back slowly — there's an eye on the other side of it, No grand entrance, no speech, no warning, just one black shape where the doorway narrows, One little wave with the wrist, then I'm gone, but the dust on the floor makes a trail through the shadows, You run through the yard and you trip on the gravel, I stand by the fence with my head tilted shallow, Then all of the porch lights flicker together, and every reflection is wearing the same shadow. [Hook — ] Cut the lights — let the walls breathe, Black mask grin where the eyes can't see, One, two — hear that floorboard creak, Three, four — something learned your heartbeat. Cut the lights — let the walls breathe, Nothing here is what it seems, Close your eyes — count to three, Open them up. I'm where you sleep. [Verse 2 — FREDDY KRUEGER] Tip-tap, tick-tock, teeth in the grin and I'm skipping the rhythm, I'm stitching a nightmare together, Dream starts sweet, then the ceiling caves in and the floor turns to water and feathers, Laugh in the rafters, my shadow gets longer, my fingers keep scratching the leather, You wake up sweating, I wave from the corner, then pull you back under the weather, Red stripes, dead eyes, blades make a melody, scraping the bedpost in sync with the snoring, Walls start to breathe and the wallpaper peels like the skin of a room that's been rotting since morning, Hallway stretches a mile, then a mile, then a mile, every exit returns to the flooring, I pull one thread and the whole dream unravels, your childhood bedroom is suddenly foreign, Hee-hee, ha-ha, hear that? I'm laughing from inside the alarm on the bedside, You try to wake up, but the clock has no numbers, the hands are just circling a dead eye, Bed turns to a stage and the curtains are burning, the audience claps with their heads turned aside, I bow to the crowd, take a step through the spotlight, then vanish the second you open your eyes. [Hook —] Cut the lights — let the walls breathe, Black mask grin where the eyes can't see, One, two — hear that floorboard creak, Three, four — something learned your heartbeat. Cut the lights — let the walls breathe, Nothing here is what it seems, Close your eyes — count to three, Open them up. I'm where you sleep. [Verse 3 — JASON VOORHEES ] Mud on the boots, lake in the lungs, got a cold little rhythm that drags through the pines, Branch after branch, I emerge from the fog, every footprint fills up with the rain from the sky, No words from the mask, just a tilt and a stare, while the wind makes a whistle through rust on the signs, You bolt for the road, but the road bends around and delivers you back to the waterline, Thud — one step, thud — two steps, pause, let the silence get thick as the mud, Door swings open, the cabin is vacant, the floorboards are soaked and the walls are marked up, Generator dies, all the bulbs go black, hear the chain on the dock and the splash in the slush, You look at the lake, see a ripple move outward — then something stands up from the bottom with a rush, No chase in the sprint, no rage in the movement, just weight in the steps and a hand on the frame, You lock every bolt, barricade every entrance, I walk through the rain like I know every name, The cabin goes quiet, the candles go crooked, the shadows line up like they're waiting for rain, Then dawn starts to break and the lake looks empty— Until something rises again. [Final Hook — ] Cut the lights — let the walls breathe, Black mask grin where the eyes can't see, One, two — hear that floorboard creak, Three, four — something learned your heartbeat. Cut the lights — let the walls breathe, Nothing here is what it seems, Close your eyes — count to three, Open them up. We're where you sleep. [Outro]
