[Music Box Intro] [detuned music box, warped tape hiss, distant wind] [Verse 1] Cold hands trace the walls I once called home, Paint peeling prayers in a language of bone. Photographs bleed through fractured glass, Smiling faces from a life that wouldn’t last. Every hallway hums with a half-known name, Every mirror flinches when I do the same. I taste regret in the rusted air, Like something buried still breathing there. Footsteps echo, but none align, A shadow walks just half a beat behind. I swear this town remembers me— Or worse… it’s waiting patiently. [Pre-Chorus] A town that breathes through broken stone, Dreams rot slow when left alone. Streetlights stutter, the sky caves in, Is this punishment—or where I begin? [Chorus] What lies in the fog keeps calling my name, Familiar voices wearing different faces. Twisted shapes in blood-washed skies, Truths I buried learned how to rise. Every step rewrites the lie, Every scream feels justified. I built this hell to stay alive— Now it wants what’s left inside. [Creepy Whistle / Ambient Break] [off-key whistle, reversed piano tails] [Verse 2] Footsteps fall where time won’t turn, Ash drifts soft from the things I burned. A child’s laugh in a hollow room, Echoed once, then gone too soon. Picture frames with scratched-out eyes, Memories edited to survive. A lullaby hums from cracked machines, Sings of mercy I’ve never seen. I open doors I shouldn’t try, Each one asks me why I lied. The walls grow close, the floor gives way, Like the town itself wants me to stay. [Pre-Chorus] A road that bends but never ends, Every choice loops back again. The truth wears masks, the guilt wears skin, And every sin feels paper-thin. [Chorus] What lies in the fog keeps calling my name, Familiar voices wearing different faces. Broken echoes, sirens cry, Heaven burns just out of sight. Every prayer dissolves in gray, Every promise rots away. I tried to run, I tried to hide— But the fog knows what I denied. [Bridge] Breathing walls, a rusted key, A cage of guilt constructed me. Flesh and steel begin to blend, Punishment shaped like all my friends. Sirens tear the world in half, Peeling back the aftermath. I see my sins learn how to walk, Hear my conscience learn to talk. It doesn’t chase. It doesn’t plead. It waits… Because it’s me. [Breakdown (Minimal, Whispered Vocals)] Confess. Deny. Repeat. [Final Chorus (Extended, Layered, Choir Low in Mix)] What lies in the fog won’t let me leave, It feeds on the things I couldn’t grieve. Every monster knows my face, Every wound remembers its place. If this town is my last confession, Then let the fog be my reflection. I won’t ask to be forgiven tonight— Just let me see the truth before the light. [Outro] The mist it swirls, the night it hums, A thousand eyes—but mine see none. I reach for light, my fingers stall… What lies in the fog takes us all. [(music box resumes, tape stops abruptly)]
