[...] [Verse 1 ] Something's wrong with the mirror today. The face looks right but the eyes give it away. I know this room. I know this name. But the thing looking back isn't quite the same. [Pre-Chorus] Not wrong enough to run from. Not right enough to trust. Just... almost. [Chorus] Creepy isn't monster. Creepy isn't fear. Creepy is the moment when the familiar disappears just enough to make you wonder if it was ever really here. [Verse 2] I collect the dark things. I speak to the void. Is that devotion — or something to avoid? I find beauty in what others fear. Maybe the creepy one has always been right here. [Bridge] Am I the wrong kind of familiar? The almost-right that unsettles the room? Maybe creepy is just what you call the one who sees you clearly and keeps looking anyway. [...] [Outro] The uncanny lives between what is and what should be. I've been standing in that space. Creepy? Maybe. [...]