Prompt / Lyrics
[Intro – radio static, distant voices overlapping] —third one this month— —same kind of room— —no forced entry— [Verse 1] Different houses, same address feel Same small rooms, same light Nothing stolen, nothing flipped Nothing fought the night Neighbors swear they heard no sound No crash, no call for help Just a quiet stretch of missing time Then nothing else to tell [Pre-Chorus] They say it’s random They say it’s chance But chance don’t clean its hands [Chorus] They’re calling it a series They’re saying there’s a link Same kind of silence Same spotless sink No signs of struggle No reason given Just kitchens left Like nothing happened [Verse 2] Different names on different doors Same ending every time Medical words say “excess force” The room says “fine” Photos taken, tags are tied Flash pops, then they leave Everything looks lived-in still Like it wants to be believed [Pre-Chorus 2] Body tells a violent truth Room denies it clean [Chorus] They’re calling it a series They’re counting what they see Not what’s missing Not what’s clean Same arrangement Same reply No evidence No alibi [Bridge – detached, documentary tone] They circle dates They mark the map They talk about escalation They don’t talk about intent They don’t talk about preparation They don’t talk about Why it feels finished [Final Chorus – heavier, restrained] They’re calling it a series Trying to make it known But patterns don’t explain How someone goes alone Every scene complete Every question starved They’ve named the shape But missed the heart [Outro – distant voice, almost a report] No suspects. No witnesses. Ongoing investigation.
Tags
Horrorcore rap/light metal, 90 BPM, male vocals, minor key, sinister mood, heavy bass, chug guitars, whispers
Duration
3:09
Instrumental
No
Created
1/17/2026