[Intro: distant metal clang, low spooky hum, slow percussive taps] Insane asylum. Easy job. Rookie squad. Piece of cake. [Verse 1: playful hiphop bounce, tight drum groove] Flashlight cheap. Battery low. Map looks big. We still go. EMF in pocket loose. Salt bag spilling on my shoes. You said bro it not that deep. Ghost just mad, it wants to sleep. [Pre-Chorus: tempo lift, snappy claps] Hallway long. Paint all peel. Wheelchair roll with no one real. Door slam hard. Echo boom. We laugh loud inside the gloom. [Chorus: bouncy spooky hook, rhythmic rhyme] It cannot be that bad. We rookies but we brave, not sad. Asylum dark, but we got light. Three strong hearts, we good tonight. Talk big talk in broken halls. Till something scratches on the walls. Heartbeat jump. Floor go cold. Suddenly we not that bold. [Verse 2: faster flow, playful but tense] Spirit box say leave now. We say nah, but thank you pal. Thermo drop below the line. You say freezing, that is fine. Shadow move past room two. I say that was probably you. You say no. I say stop. Why the ceiling start to knock. [Break: beat cut, eerie whisper] Where you at. Stop the joke. Guys for real. Why no smoke. [Build: rapid percussion, rising tension] Radio static. No reply. Two dots gone from mini map eye. Footstep sprint behind my back. Sanity crack, full panic attack. [Chorus: frantic tempo, layered vocals] It cannot be that bad. We rookies but we brave, not sad. Now I stand here all alone. Cold air wrap around my bones. Flashlight blink. Blink. Gone. Heartbeat bass like war drum song. Team said run, then cut to black. I am not built for that. [Bridge: tense hiphop cadence, low bass hits] Room 309. Door half wide. Blood drip slow from inside. I peek once. That enough. Courage thin. I am not tough. [Final Drop: explosive beat, fast rhyme] Scoot left. Scoot right. Sprint full speed, no more fight. Van in sight. I do not look. Close that door. Case shut book. Only one survive tonight. Rookie squad learned real fright. Asylum job, we said easy. Next time nope. Believe me. [Outro: cartoony spooky sting, fading siren tone] Engine start. Tires scream. Not a hero. Just a dream. They can keep that haunted scene. I am gone. End of team.
