Verse 1 Neon buzzin’ like a hornet nest, Rain hittin’ pavement like a slow parade. Bootsteps echo down the alleys west Where the sinners hide and the deals get made. Got a badge in my pocket and a ghost on my back, Chasin’ whispers through the rust‑stained night. Every clue feels like a railroad track Pullin’ me deeper out of the light. Pre‑Chorus Every barroom prophet says the same old line: “Careful what you chase, boy — shadows ain’t kind.” Chorus I’m huntin’ a ghost through the underbelly glow, Down where the rats and the secrets flow. Every locked‑door whisper says the killer’s near, But the truth keeps movin’ when I get too close. And the city keeps hummin’ like it already knows I’m chasin’ a crime carved out of fear. Verse 2 Questioned a card shark with a busted grin, He swore he saw the devil in a tailored coat. A dancer said the killer smelled of gin, Left a crimson warning in a crumpled note. A preacher in a soup line muttered “Son, You’re lookin’ for a man who ain’t alive.” But the way he stared made my blood run — Like he knew the truth I couldn’t survive. Pre‑Chorus Every clue feels crooked, every lead feels staged, Like the city’s readin’ lines from a script it made. Chorus I’m huntin’ a ghost through the underbelly glow, Down where the rats and the secrets flow. Every locked‑door whisper says the killer’s near, But the truth keeps movin’ when I get too close. And the city keeps hummin’ like it already knows I’m chasin’ a crime carved out of fear. Bridge Found a mirror in an abandoned flat, Dust thick as guilt on the shattered frame. Saw a face starin’ back in a crooked slant — Eyes hollowed out by the weight of blame. Then the memories hit like a smokestack fall: The scream, the struggle, the flash of steel. I’d buried the truth behind a blackout wall, But the mirror made the nightmare real. Final Chorus I was huntin’ a ghost through the underbelly glow, Down where the rats and the secrets flow. Every locked‑door whisper pointed right here, But I kept runnin’ from the thing I know. And the city keeps hummin’ like it’s in on the joke — The killer I chased was the one I feared. Outro Badge feels heavy as a hangman’s rope, Rain tastes bitter on a guilty tongue. I close the case with a dying hope That the city forgets what I’ve become. ’Cause the hardest truth a man can face Is findin’ his own shadow at the scene of the crime.
