[Intro] Screwdriver scraping on concrete, cocktailed nightmares in the glass, rust breathing through the vents while something drags itself past, whole hallway smelling like iron, every light beginning to flash, motherfucker thought he came for trouble—now trouble came back. [Verse 1] Black room, cracked tiles, cold chains hanging from the ceiling, walls sweating condensation like the fucking house got feelings, every footstep getting closer, every shadow slowly kneeling, you can hear the pipes whispering your name beneath the building. Fuck your courage, fuck your threats, fuck the tough shit you were saying, now the doorway looks alive and every exit starts decaying, red emergency light swinging while the basement keeps on swaying, and the laughter down the corridor gets louder while you’re praying. I want fear crawling deep enough to make your fucking heartbeat stutter, hear the metal scrape slowly while the darkness starts to mutter, every mirror shows a face but every face becomes another, then the lights die one by one—click, click—motherfucker. [Hook] Fuck around, find horror, black tomorrow, deeper sorrow, doors get narrower, shadows follow, hear that breathing? Don’t look back. Fuck around, find terror, every mirror shows an error, something standing getting nearer, then the whole damn room goes black. [Verse 2] Long corridor, red glow, wet footprints leading nowhere, broken television whispering like somebody trapped in there, ceiling fan turning slowly while a silhouette just stands and stares, then you blink—the fucking thing is gone—but breathing fills the air. Now the floorboards start complaining, every nail begins to tremble, voices speaking from the plaster in a language you remember, every word sounds like a warning, every warning forms a sentence, every sentence ends the same way: motherfucker, this is vengeance. No heroic fucking ending, no dramatic last salvation, just the hum of dead machinery and the smell of isolation, every second stretching longer like a surgical hallucination, till your own imagination becomes your fucking execution. [Bridge] Hear that? Scrape. Hear that? Step. Hear that breathing by your neck? Don’t turn around. Too late. [Final Hook] Fuck around, find horror, black tomorrow, deeper sorrow, walls get closer, shadows follow, every heartbeat sounding cracked. Fuck around, find terror, something smiling in the mirror, getting closer, getting clearer— then the whole damn world goes black.
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