*(Beat: Heavy sliding 808s, sharp percussion, dark cinematic strings looping in a minor key. Atmospheric sirens in the far distance.)* **(Intro)** (Sound of a lighter flicking, a deep exhale) (Male Voice, low mutter): "Fucking monsters.." **(Verse 1: Male Rapper)** *(Flow: Staccato, aggressive, pausing for the bass slides)* Check. Step in the void, no torch, no beacon The streetlights flicker, the confidence weakens I don’t do the chatting, I don’t do the leaking Just the sound of the blade and the concrete shrieking. Look, Who’s that lurking by the bus stop? Shadows stretching till the heartbeats stop Cold breeze blowing, feel the temperature drop Once the moon hits the peak, that’s the trigger, the pop. I’m a phantom in a tracksuit, nylon and grit Where the alleyways narrow and the street-lamps quit You’re playing checkers, I’m playing the pit The city’s a puzzle, and you’re just a bit. No sirens, no witnesses, just the wind in the vents The silence is heavy, it’s paying the rents Of every mistake and the blood-stained prints The dark is a mirror—it gives you the hints. But you’re shaking, you’re breaking, you’re losing the grip One slip of the tongue, one slip of the hip And the night takes a bite, a permanent trip. **(Chorus: Female Vocals)** *(Style: Ethereal, haunting, melodic contrast to the gritty beat. Heavy reverb)* Hush now, baby, don't make a sound The shadows are hungry, they're circling 'round When the gold fades out and the silver turns grey The things in the dark come to take you away... Oh, fear the night, Yeah, fear the night Once the sun lets go, there’s no escaping the light. **(Bridge: Male Rapper)** *(Flow: Fast, breathless, building tension)* It ain't about the gang, it ain't about the fame It’s the weight of the dark and the lack of a name It’s the footstep behind you that sounds like your own It’s the feeling of being completely alone— Until you aren't. (Beat cuts out for a split second) Until the cold steel brushes your skin. That’s where the panic ends... and the nightmare begins. **(Chorus: Female Vocals)** *(Style: Powerful, soaring, layering harmonies over the heavy drill bass)* Hush now, baby, don't make a sound The shadows are hungry, they're circling 'round When the gold fades out and the silver turns grey The things in the dark come to take you away... Oh, fear the night, Yeah, fear the night Once the sun lets go, there’s no escaping the light. **(Outro)** (Beat slowly fades, leaving only the haunting string loop) (Male Voice, whispered): Clock’s ticking. The sun’s going down. See you in the dark. (Sound of a heavy metal door slamming shut) (Silence)
