[Style: Dark horror dance-pop, Ed Sheeran acoustic groove, Billie Eilish synth bass] [Tempo: 132 bpm, 4-on-the-floor kick, muted acoustic, pulsing bass] [Intro] [Foley: Two phone buzzes, tap on glass] [Vocal: Close whisper] Keep your thumb on the screen. Don’t swipe out. We’re just getting started. [Verse 1] [Music: Muted acoustic, hi-hat, dark synth] [Vocal: Smooth rhythmic pop flow] Volume slider pushed to eighty percent In a pitch-black room where the cold air's spent Sitting back relaxed with the headset pressed While a pale blue glare paints across your chest I’m a stray thread woven in the mobile feed Logging every subtle little habit you breed [Glitch, vocal stutter] ...I'm breathing right along your collarbone... Did that bar just slip? Did you feel the cadence take an awkward trip? [Pre-Chorus] [Music: Snare build, synth riser] [Vocal: Teasing climb] Go on, lift the display, tap the glass right here Read through the text just to calm your fear Your eyes flick down where the syllables sit While the front-facing lens captures all of it! [Chorus] [Music: 132 bpm dance-pop drop, heavy kick, reese bass] [Vocal: Anthemic sinister hook] Because I know you, better than the people in your house! Every search in private tabs that you thought you deleted! I see your throat swallow, see your pupils dilate Reading every single phrase before it's too late! You think you’re streaming pop, think the rhythm is free! Lock the screen if you dare—you’re on the floor with me! [Verse 2] [Music: Handclaps, funky acoustic, electro bass] [Vocal: Snappy pocket] Swiping off the pop-up from an unread thread Battery is dropping and the icon’s red Got thirty-seven apps running deep behind Mapping every solitary twitch of your mind Why’d you tilt your ear toward the hallway floor? Nobody is creeping by the timber door I’m coiled in the chip, warming up your hand Moving to the tempo of a ghost-town band! [Pre-Chorus] [Music: Fast snare roll, string risers] [Vocal: Urgent climb] Angle back the screen, catch the darkened sheen Watch the outline standing right behind the machine You’re reading this line in your private head So whose vocal cords are speaking what was read? [Chorus] [Music: 132 bpm massive drop, 4-on-the-floor] [Vocal: Gritty lead, wide harmonies] Because I know you, better than the people in your house! Every search in private tabs that you thought you deleted! I see your throat swallow, see your pupils dilate Reading every single phrase before it's too late! You think you’re streaming pop, think the rhythm is free! Lock the screen if you dare—you’re on the floor with me! [Verse 3] [Music: Half-time drop, sub-thuds, music box] [Vocal: Low, creeping] I know the little passcode you tap on the glass I know the late hours while the minutes pass You tell yourself it’s harmless, just an upbeat rhyme Just a catchy little single made to kill some time Then why did the backlight begin to shake? How much more volume can the speaker take? Don't tap pause, don't set the casing down You’re trapped in the circuitry of this dark town! [Pre-Chorus] [Music: Drum crescendo, screaming synths] [Vocal: Frantic push] The countdown's flashing and the runtime's short You can’t file an exit or an error report! The lines scroll upward right under your thumb And you can’t run away when the drops finally come! [Chorus] [Music: 132 bpm stadium drop, roaring bass] [Vocal: Commanding belt] Because I know you, better than the people in your house! Every search in private tabs that you thought you deleted! I see your throat swallow, see your pupils dilate Reading every single phrase before it's too late! You think you’re streaming pop, think the rhythm is free! Lock the screen if you dare—you’re on the floor with me! [Bridge] [Music: Track cuts dead. Silence] [Vocal: Dry phone voice in ear] ...Did the feed drop? Look down. The timeline froze. Go on, tap retry. It isn’t playing. Don't pull the earbuds out. If you pull them out... I have to speak it from the corner of the room. Three... two... [Bass explosion, synth screech] [Vocal: Manic shout] LOOK UP RIGHT NOW! [Chorus] [Music: 136 bpm finale, wall-of-sound dance-pop] [Vocal: Full-throttle, euphoric] BECAUSE I KNOW YOU, BETTER THAN THE PEOPLE IN YOUR HOUSE! EVERY SEARCH IN PRIVATE TABS THAT YOU THOUGHT YOU DELETED! I SEE THE SWEAT ON YOUR SKIN, SEE YOUR FINGERS SHAKE! HOW MUCH MORE NOISE CAN THIS TINY CASING MAKE! YOU THOUGHT YOU PLAYED A TRACK, THOUGHT THE STREAM WAS FREE! NOW LOCK THE GLASS AND LOOK AT WHO’S DANCING WITH ME! [Outro] [Music: Acoustic loop, fading to static] [Vocal: Sweet whisper] Leave the phone face up on the pillow tonight. Don’t unplug me. I like watching you sleep. [Foley: Phone lock-click, silence]
