[Intro: emotional Harmonic guitar arpeggio, sustained guitar chords, cinematic build-up] [clean guitar picking, gentle bass line, light guitar rhythm, intimate vocal mood] Your footsteps slip on the blood I spilled, Every breath you take gets crushed and killed. Hear my knife drag—skrraa—on the wall behind, I’m slicing the dark just to ease my mind. Your heartbeat jumps like a trapped machine, You crawl through shadows I’ve already seen. Every corner you turn—I'm there first, Your fear is sweet… it quenches my thirst. You run, you scream, but your voice cuts thin, Your skin smells warm—let the hunt begin. I taste the panic in the air you're blowing, Tell me, little sweetheart— Where do you think you're going? [Chorus: Full band, soaring vocal, strong guitar melody,] Where do you think you’re going?! Your blood keeps overflowing! My knife wants more, your fear is showing— Run faster, girl, your end is growing! Where do you think you’re going?! I hear your bones start slowing! I chase your soul, I keep on mowing— In this game, I’m the one controlling! [Playful guitar and atmospheric glitch] [faster, more sadistic] Your tears drip down like a crimson rain, I smear them wide—yeah, I love that stain. You slam the door—cute—but you forget, I break through locks when I smell your sweat. That trembling breath? I collect it slow. That shaking voice? I love that flow. Your ankles twist as you try escaping— Lucky me… I love bones breaking. [unhinged whisper] You hide behind walls that are barely holding, Your fragile body keeps unfolding. Your tiny sobs… are overflowing… Turn around— Where do you think you're going? [Final Chorus: Strongest section so far, full band + strings soaring, layered vocals, powerful bass line] [harsher, doubled vocals] Where do you think you’re going?! Your shadow’s barely glowing! My blade is hungry, tension’s growing— Run all night, your fear keeps snowing! [psycho rap whisper] Your lungs collapse… Your knees give out… Your heartbeat taps… I track your route… Little girl— Stop crawling slow. Your blood writes stories On the floor below. [shortest, fastest, insane] Where do you think you’re going?! Your warm red trail is showing! I catch your neck— And now I’m slowing… Sshh… This is the end… Without you knowing. [calm, cold] I told you not to run. But you always try. Now… Say goodbye.
