[Intro — faint static and breaths between the words] (spoken) shhhh… can you hear it? it’s not just a melody… there’s terror… in the song… [Verse 1 — whispered from different corners of the dark] Every note that you let play, Something wakes — it starts to sway. Beneath the sound, behind the tone, There’s something breathing all alone. The words you sing don’t feel like yours, They echo from forgotten doors. Each chorus pulls you deep along, There’s terror living in this song… [Chorus — overlapping whispers, like a choir of ghosts] There’s terror in the song… It knows your name… It hums your heartbeat… It calls your pain… There’s terror in the song… It wants to stay… It never ends… It just decays… [Verse 2 — quiet and trembling] The melody bends, it starts to bleed, The silence laughs — it plants the seed. You hear your voice, but it’s not you, It’s singing back the things you knew. The air gets cold when the chorus hits, You feel the dark between the bits. A whisper crawls, it pulls you strong, There’s terror, pure, inside this song. [Bridge — distorted, reversed echoes] Turn it off... (too late…) Close your ears... (you’ll still hear…) Don’t hum along... (it feeds on fear…) It’s written in blood, note by note… It sings your death... inside your throat… [Final Chorus — softer, slower, ghostly] There’s terror in the song… And now it’s part of you… The echo never dies… The sound goes through… There’s terror in the song… You made it real tonight… Now it hums beneath your skin… And waits for the next light… [Outro — single voice, whispering too close] don’t play it again… it knows you now… there’s terror in the song… and it’s singing you…
