[Verse 1:] Putrid fog swallows the streetlights, a lone shadow snakes through the alleyways, boots whisper on wet cobblestones like whispers of doom — every corner a trap, every window an eye. Black hood up, steel cold and heavy in the sleeve, breath misting in the air, fingers twitching for the snap of a trigger. Coded murmurs buzz across burner phones, the language of survival written in clicks and pauses. A man falls silent behind the bins, bones cracking in the quiet like a percussion of finality. Foghorns wail in the distance, sirens mimic the pulse of a heart racing too fast to beat. Every step calculated, every shadow scanned, I vanish before the echoes can betray me, leaving only traces for the daring or the foolish to follow. --- [Chorus:] Creeping steps, through the vapor of midnight terror. Silent streets breathe, but the asphalt whispers your name. No eyes, no witnesses, only the weight of the steel in my grip. Shadows stretch, as the night swallows your scream whole. --- [Verse 2:] Rooftops slick with rain, I move like a phantom through the postcodes, passing graffiti-scarred walls and forgotten stairwells. Every ally, a chessboard square, every enemy, a pawn in a game that doesn’t forgive hesitation. Old heads murmur tales of the vanishings, barbershop corners echo with the legends of ghosts walking among them. I am the rumor that chills spines, the absence in the room that makes bodies freeze mid-breath. The city hums with paranoia, sirens blend with whispers, foghorns with faint growls — it’s a symphony of dread, orchestrated in the veins of the borough. No mercy, no reflection, only the thrill of control, a predator in the labyrinth of steel and fog. Every life I touch leaves a mark, a stain no bleach can remove, and the streets remember more than men ever will. --- [Bridge:] Footsteps echo behind me, but they are never real, only the ghosts of paranoia. The night is alive, watching, listening, ready to close the trap. I breathe in the tension, feed on the fear, and slip again into the mist, untouchable, unseen, unstoppable. --- [Outro:] Fog rolls thick like a shroud, the borough exhales, but the memory of steel lingers, the weight of silence deafening. Shadows move where men cannot, and in the heart of the night, I am both predator and myth.
