DONT MAKE EYE CONTACT
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- doom
- funeral doom
- depressive
- melancholic
- atmospheric
- phonk
- rare phonk
- memphis rap
About
For true aura
Lyrics
Intro
(Static crackling)
S-s-s-s-s...
Verse 1
Midnight hum through the radio wire
Voice breaks in like a funeral choir
Says they crawl from the pale moon gutter
Hungry hands and a voice that stutters
They don't knock when they slip through the wall
They don't speak till you hear them call
Your name in a tongue that the dead once knew
And by morning there's nothing left of you
Pre-Chorus
Turn the dial down low
Listen close before you go
There's a warning in the hiss
Don't you dare turn off the switch
Chorus
They come when the static sings
They come on paper-thin wings
They wear your face like borrowed skin
They peel you from the inside in
Static warning on the air
Static telling you beware
Static crawling through your brain
Static singing out your name
Verse 2
Church bells crack and the steeple leans
Something breathing through the floorboards seams
Old men pray but their prayers turn black
Cause the creatures always find a way back
They don't need your door unlocked
They don't need the lock you've stockpiled
They are shadows with a hunger fed
On the quiet blood inside your head
Pre-Chorus
Turn the dial down low
Listen close before you go
There's a warning in the hiss
Don't you dare turn off the switch
Chorus
They come when the static sings
They come on paper-thin wings
They wear your face like borrowed skin
They peel you from the inside in
Static warning on the air
Static telling you beware
Static crawling through your brain
Static singing out your name
Bridge
(They're here) in the frequency
(They're here) in the morning freeze
(They're here) in the space between
(They're here) where you've never been
The signal dies but they don't fade
The message bleeds into the blade
Tell the cities tell the fields
Tell the ones who wouldn't yield
Chorus
They come when the static sings
They come on paper-thin wings
They wear your face like borrowed skin
They peel you from the inside in
Static warning on the air
Static telling you beware
Static crawling through your brain
Static singing out your name
Outro
S-s-s-s... don't sleep
S-s-s-s... don't dream
S-s-s-s... they're listening
S-s-s-s...
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