[Verse 1] Lanterns sway on rusted hooks, their light bends like broken glass. Grave dirt clings to the air, the trees lean closer than they should. Masks stare from windows not plastic, not human, just something watching, waiting for the lock to fail. [Pre-Chorus] The clocks refuse to move forward. Every tick feels like a knife in the room. The walls whisper names you never told anyone. Your skin knows you are not alone. [Chorus] This is the season of shadows. The witch does not knock, she slips into the bloodstream, stirs the marrow, teaches your fear how to speak. [Verse 2] Children vanish into the fog, their laughter turns metallic. Pumpkins rot before your eyes, their grins stretch too wide. The crows don’t scatter when you wave your arms. They tilt their heads in rhythm to the pulse hammering in your ears. Every scream sounds like a welcome. [Bridge] Doors breathe. The ground hums. A thousand eyes open under your feet. Nothing hunts you you walk straight into its mouth. [Final Chorus / Outro] Season of shadows, season of the witch. The veil is not thin it is gone.
