[Intro – Brooks, whispering] Three years… Three long years. I thought I locked the door. But I still hear him. He never really left. (Marshall , laughing low): You miss me? [Hook – Marshall & Brooks overlapping] You lied to yourself, said you’re done with the thrill But I’m the itch in your hand, I’m the need to kill You prayed for peace, but I'm still here cookin’ Your shadow's back, and I’m tired of lookin’ One more cut, just a little release One more scream to silence the beast We’re not sick, we’re evolved, we play by hooks Welcome back... Mr. Brooks [Verse 1 – Brooks ,resisting, Marshall ,pressuring] The room applauds, the mayor speaks Man of the Year, but my conscience leaks I smile, nod—my daughter’s proud But your voice is thunder in a silent crowd (Marshall) “They love you, Earl. So polite, so clean But let’s get blood back on that screen You remember the rush, that perfect high They gasp, you grin. They beg, they die.” I grip the chair, dig nails to palm “You promised,” I whisper, “I needed calm.” (Marshall:) “You needed me, don’t fake control We’re halves of one beautifully twisted soul.” [Verse 2 – Brooks,breaking, Marshall ,guiding] I followed them home just to see if I’d shake Camera’s ready, gloves—no mistake Window open, baby asleep Wife’s in the kitchen—cut too deep I watched her crawl, then felt it flood The monster’s kiss in the spray of blood (Marshall) “Look at you, the way you move Like a maestro back in his groove You’re not a killer, you’re an artist, Brooks You pose the scene, you frame the looks.” But headlights flash—what the hell? He filmed it all and knew too well “I know who you are,” he says, grin wide But so do I—and I won’t let it slide [Break – Brooks to himself] (If I kill him, it never ends…) (If I let him live, I lose control…) (She’ll find out… the daughter knows…) (God help me… I’m not sick…) (...I’m just alive.) [Verse 3 – Marshall ,dominating] (Marshall) You dragged him in, you let him beg Fed him hope, then snapped his leg Said, “You wanted proof? Here’s the show,” Then slit his throat nice and slow No more leverage, no more threat You’re free again—but soaked in debt Your wife still sleeps while your demons bloom Your daughter’s smile lights up the room But what if she knows? What if she’s like you? What if that thirst is in her too? Let’s teach her right. Let’s show her how Let’s raise a killer—start right now [Hook – Final Refrain] You lied to yourself, said you buried the past But murder's a hunger that always lasts You're not clean, you just paused the blade Now your soul’s back where the devil's made One more thrill, one more book This is who you are—Mr. Brooks [Outro – Brooks, resigned] I made peace with what I am You were never fiction… You’re my addiction. I’m not running anymore. I’m home.
