Blades in the Dark

[Verse 1]
Claws scrape slow on the hallway wall
Striped sweater, brim low, hear the bedroom call
He’s laughing in the wallpaper, breathing in the vents
Turning every little nightmare into fresh incense
Burned face in the TV glow
He’s counting kids in a row, “eeny meeny” low
Every yawn, every blink, he’s behind their eyes
Cotton candy in their hands, but the sky looks knife
[Chorus]
Blades in the dark, who’s gonna scream first? (scream first)
Two shadows fight for the same cursed turf
Freddy in the dream, Michael on the street
Little hearts race to a sick drum beat
Run, run, tiny feet on the tile
Pick your poison, mask or the crooked smile
Blades in the dark, blood in the lullaby
Close your eyes once, and you just might die
[Verse 2]
White mask in the cul-de-sac, porch light dim
He walks like Sunday, but the air feels grim
Kitchen floor cold, there’s a trail of leaves
He’s a holiday ghost with a trick up his sleeve
He doesn’t talk, but the silence shouts
He’s waiting at the swing set, lights flick out
Pumpkin on the doorstep, candle burns blue
Every costume on the block looks a bit like you
[Chorus]
Blades in the dark, who’s gonna scream first? (hey)
Two shadows fight for the same cursed turf
Freddy in the dream, Michael on the street
Little hearts race to a sick drum beat
Run, run, tiny feet on the tile
Pick your poison, mask or the crooked smile
Blades in the dark, blood in the lullaby
Close your eyes once, and you just might die
[Bridge]
They circle round the crib like it’s center stage
One plays in their sleep, one brings the blade
Pillow full of feathers, floor full of red
Who gets the soul, who keeps the head? (who keeps the head?)
[Chorus]
Blades in the dark, who’s gonna scream first?
Two shadows fight for the same cursed turf
Freddy in the dream, Michael on the street
Little hearts race to a sick drum beat
Run, run, tiny feet on the tile (run, run)
Pick your poison, mask or the crooked smile
Blades in the dark, blood in the lullaby
Close your eyes once, and you just might—
[Outro]
[Beat drops to whispers, distant children humming off-key]
Hush now, baby, don’t say a word
Two monsters argue over every last word
One in your sheets, one on your step
Pray you wake up before they shake hands on your death

rap, Dark cinematic trap-pop, female vocals riding a heavy, brooding beat with subby low end and eerie music-box bells. Verses half-rapped, half-sung with tight doubles and whispered ad-libs; chorus opens into a wide, chant-like hook with layered harmonies and distorted backing vocals. Occasional risers, reverse impacts, and distant children’s choirs for horror-movie tension, then a final drop into sparse drums and creepy piano., female vocals, pop