[Intro – Dark, moody guitar riff builds into drums] [Verse 1] Cloaked in clutter, hiding plain sight, Turn into objects, vanish in light. Cardboard boxes, coffee mugs, chairs— The joke’s on you; I’m everywhere. Living rooms and office halls, Disguised as a toaster, a camouflage. You’re hunting shadows, paranoid eyes, Guessing games and clever lies. [Pre-Chorus] Can you spot the fake, find what’s real? A living illusion—I’m concealed. [Chorus] Welcome to the Prop Hunt— Where nothing is what it seems. Shape-shifting liars, setting fires, Hiding in your dreams. Welcome to the Prop Hunt— Reality’s the game we play. You’re chasing ghosts, we’re haunting hosts, Laughing as we fade away. [Verse 2] Am I trash or treasure, clutter or key? A mannequin smiling sarcastically. Broken TV, forgotten vase— Silent actors wearing a stranger’s face. This is hide and seek, life or death— Every move, hold your breath. Masks of objects, masks of skin, I’ll disappear before you begin. [Pre-Chorus] Paranoia grows, you doubt your sight, But I’m the prop that hides tonight. [Chorus] Welcome to the Prop Hunt— Where nothing is what it seems. Shape-shifting liars, setting fires, Hiding in your dreams. Welcome to the Prop Hunt— Reality’s the game we play. You’re chasing ghosts, we’re haunting hosts, Laughing as we fade away. [Bridge – Darker, heavier instrumental interlude] Every corner, every hall, Every shape, I am them all. Playing dead, playing god, Truth is twisted; the hunt is flawed. [Breakdown – spoken/sung sarcastically] “You think you know what’s real, huh? Take another guess.” [Final Chorus – Intensified, heavier riffs] Welcome to the Prop Hunt— Truth or trick, friend or foe. Shape-shifting liar, might be a hair dryer, Guess wrong, you’ll never know. Welcome to the Prop Hunt— A game that’s never fair. Objects breathe, lies deceive, Turn around—I’m everywhere. [Outro – Music fades]
