Midnight Curfew

(Intro)

(A heavy, slow-dripping bassline kicks in under the sound of a ticking clock)

(Spoken, with a smirk)

Oh, look. Another perfect night to lose your mind.

Don't say nobody warned you.

(Verse 1)

October wind is biting, cutting through the fleece

You thought you owned the pavement, looking for some peace

But shadows in the alley don't follow any rules

They’re picking out the targets, separating out the fools

You’re staring at your screen like it's gonna save your life

While the static in the air is cutting sharper than a knife

Step into the street lamp, think you look so clean

But you’re just another extra in a twisted little scene.

(Pre-Chorus)

Go ahead and lock the deadbolt, double check the screen

They’re filtering the neighborhood, skipping out the clean

No costumes needed when the malice is real

They know exactly how you think, they know just what to steal.

(Chorus)

It’s the midnight curfew, better watch your breath

Paranoia dancing with a little bit of death

They look so cool, walking in a daze

But they'll trap you in a second in a permanent maze

Beware the smile, beware the fake sweet

There are monsters hiding right across the street.

(Verse 2)

(Beat drops into a fast, punchy rhythm)

They blend right into the static, lost inside the neon sign

Moving through the strobe lights, tracing out a crooked line

Cold eyes watching how the clock begins to fade

Waiting for the moment just to ruin what you made

Siphoning the energy, drinking up the glow

Leaving you with nothing but a shadow left to show

They trade a simple heartbeat for flawless, icy skin

And you won’t even notice when the rituals begin.

(Bridge)

(The music strips back to a pulsing, heavy sub-bass and crisp handclaps)

Crickets go silent.

The air turns cold.

Another sad story that has never been told.

They’re tracking your footsteps, they’re closing the space

And you can’t erase the look on their face.

(A sharp, distorted synth rises rapidly)

(Chorus)

It’s the midnight curfew, better watch your breath

Paranoia dancing with a little bit of death

They look so cool, walking in a daze

But they'll trap you in a second in a permanent maze

Beware the smile, beware the fake sweet

There are monsters hiding right across the street.

(Outro)

(The bass fades down to a low rumble, leaving just a sharp, rhythmic snapping sound)

Right across the street.

In the back row.

Under the lights.

(A cold, dry whisper)

Too late.