“SHADOWS BREATHE (GHOSTFACE EDITION)

(Phone‑call static • whispered doubles • eerie reverb)

“Pick up the phone when the night grows dire,

Cold in the wind like a ghost‑town choir.

Breath in your chest gettin’ tight, then tighter—

When the shadows breathe, you can’t outrun the fire.”

(Triple‑time chopper flow • dry vocal • minimal drums first 4 bars)

I’m in the mask with a laugh in the rhythm, I’m slicin’ the tempo like scenes in a prism,

Call from the dark and I split your vision, I’m movin’ so slick you’d swear it’s a schism.

Voice on the line start breakin’ the meter,

Fear in your tone gettin’ louder and deeper.

Step in the hall and the cold gets steeper,

Breath in your throat turn thin like a sleeper.

Triple‑time steps like a phantom sprintin’,

Words cut sharp like the script I’m printin’.

Echo in the room like the walls start hintin’,

Something in the dark got your whole world squintin’.

I’m the chill in the wind when the night gets violent,

I’m the voice on the phone when the world goes silent.

Rhythm in my tone so cold, so vibrant,

Flow so quick makes the fear turn vibrant.

(Big drums • layered vocals • octave doubles)

“When the shadows breathe, you can’t outrun the fire,

When the phone line rings, the dread climbs higher.

When the mask shows up, the dark gets tighter,

You can run all you want — but the void bites tighter.

When the shadows breathe, you can’t outrun the fire,

When the fear kicks in, it sparks that wire.

When the moonlight bends, the truth gets dire—

You can’t outrun fate when the shadows breathe fire.”

(Beat opens up • hi‑hats double‑time • ad‑libs panned wide)

I’m in the cut with a rush in the cadence,

Words hit sharp like a masked‑up agent.

Heartbeat jump when the call gets ancient,

Fear drip slow like a staged displacement.

Triple‑time tongue like a blade in a spiral,

Flow so fast it could rival a viral.

Step in the dark and the dread go primal,

Echo in the void like a cult‑born trial.

Moonlight bend when I walk that path,

Shadows in the corner start doin’ the math.

Every little step make the fear collapse,

Rhythm in my breath like a thunderclap.

I’m the chill in the room when the lights get thinner,

I’m the hum in the phone like a midnight sinner.

Run if you want but the night gets dimmer—

Ghostface talkin’, and the script gets grimmer.

“When the shadows breathe, you can’t outrun the fire…”

(Dark synths • chopper flow intensifies)

I’m in the zone with a tone so frantic,

Words hit quick like a storm volcanic.

Fear in the air get thick, gigantic,

Pulse in your chest turn sharp, metallic.

Triple‑time flow like a ghost in a cyclone,

Echo in the hall like a whisper in a dial tone.

Step in the dark and you’re never really alone,

Something in the mist wanna claim your milestone.

Breath get thin when the night start creepin’,

Shadows in the corner stay watchin’ and peepin’.

Heartbeat race but the dread ain’t sleepin’,

Rhythm in the dark keep cuttin’ and sweepin’.

I’m the cold in the room when the fear get dire,

I’m the hum in the phone like a haunted cho