(Beat: Industrial, syncopated 808s, dissonant polyrhythms, 150 BPM) (Intro) (Glitchy vocal chop, heavy bass slide) The silhouette’s set, the debt’s met, the breath’s wet. You thought you’d incinerate the spirit? Observe the architect of your exit. (Verse 1) I’m the specter in the sector, the vector of your demise I’m the necrosis in your focus, see the loathing in my eyes We were brothers, undercovers, built a bond upon the brink Now I’m watching while you’re frantic, see the panic as you sink You held the flint, sought the tint of my funeral pyre Igniting the pyromania, desiring to expire my fire But the boogeyman is layered, I’m the static in your brain I’m the pattern in your trauma, I’m the cadence in your pain You’re a traitor, a narrator, spinning lies to clear your name But I’m the shadow in the marrow, rearranging all the game. (Chorus) I’m the phantom, the anthem, the random act of dread I’m the monster underneath the floorboards of your head You sought the torch, to scorch the porch, to leave me in the ash Now I’m the jagged edge of madness, I’m the brutalizing crash Best friend turned to best end, check the ledger, see the red I’m the boogeyman, the butcher, and I’m coming for your head. (Verse 2) Lock the latch, hold the match, but the catch is in the wall I’m the parasite of spite, I’m the height of your downfall Intricate the venom, I’m the medium of fear I’m the whisper in the rafters that you’re terrified to hear You’re shivering, delivering a plea to empty air I’m the master of the massacre, I’m standing right behind your chair You thought you’d burn the legacy, turn the energy to soot? I’m the razor in the rhythm, I’m the heavy iron foot Fracturing the psyche, see the splintering of soul You’re the ember, I’m the furnace, I’m the one in full control. (Bridge) (Beat switches, chaotic drum fill) Calculated, lacerated, hatred elevated The friendship was a front, now the hunt is finally sated You’re the victim, I’m the fiction, the affliction you created I’m the monster you invoked— And now you’re suffocated. (Outro) (Dissonant guitar feedback, fading into silence) No exit. Just the ashes of a brotherhood. Check the dark, I’m still here.
