[Intro] A door drags open, slow as a warning Footsteps count the dust across the floor Something hums behind the plaster And every lock forgets what it was for It's your boy, digital Studio gangster vibes kicking in My inner demons are tired of taking it Someone let the demons out— And now they're coming through the walls [Verse 1] I unlocked the cage I built inside my chest Midnight in Kansas City, no time left to rest One wears a ski mask, laughing by the Plaza One stands beside the ATM, waiting for an answer The Power and Light goes quiet when they pass Eighteenth and Vine hears knuckles hit the glass Three faces in the window, each one wearing mine I can't tell who's hunting me or who I left behind [Chorus] Let them out, let them out, they are circling me Masks on, masks off, which one will I be? Every siren bends into a minor key If this is only dreaming, why can everyone see? Let them out, let them out, eight-one-six on freeze Something in the doorway keeps begging, please I'm the locked room and the thing that holds the keys Tell me I'm asleep before they get to me [Verse 2] The corner store is flickering, the clerk won't meet my eyes A plastic grin is waiting underneath the buzzing sign One records the panic, one is laughing at the feed One keeps tapping on the glass like it knows exactly what I need Porch lights blink awake across the neighborhood A voice says, don't look back, but I know I should The scanner spits my name through every broken speaker Three suspects match the picture—every suspect looks like me One cuts the power out on Prospect Avenue One breathes against my neck and says, don't stop, don't stop One kneels beside the curb and says we went too far Then headlights bloom behind us from a stolen car [Chorus] Let them out, let them out, they are circling me Masks on, masks off, which one will I be? Every siren bends into a minor key If this is only dreaming, why can everyone see? Let them out, let them out, eight-one-six on freeze Something in the doorway keeps begging, please I'm the locked room and the thing that holds the keys Tell me I'm asleep before they get to me [Bridge] All I see are eyes on me The room is folding in My thoughts are full of dirty fog And something wears my skin Are these terrors real? Or did I teach them how to breathe? I woke inside the dream again And found them underneath [Verse 3] Red and blue spill down I-70, helicopters overhead My pulse kicks through the dashboard like a warning from the dead The radio says lock your doors, stay inside tonight But every face inside the rearview has my eyes Spike strip, tires scream, the whole world turns to white Metal folds, the engine dies, then nothing moves in sight Beep, beep, beep—the ceiling fan cuts through Six in the morning, sweat and sheets, the same room No masks, no sirens, just the fan above my bed The news reports a chase, three suspects gone instead Then I see the mud across my shoes beside the door And hear that same old laughter from the closet on the floor [Outro - Whispered] Was it only a dream? Or did they really get out? The closet is open just a little Something is breathing in the dark Be very afraid Shhhhhhh
