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Lyrics
[Intro]
House in the woods
Door half cracked
Chains on the porch
Crow tracks, black
[Verse 1]
Teeth on the floor, they grin at me (hah)
Writing in red on the cracked TV
"Don’t look back" on the peeling wall
Every clock stuck at the same last call
Step in the room, my breath goes thin
Something in the corner tryna crawl out skin
Eyes in the vents, they all say "stay"
But the shadows in the hall tryna drag me away (skrrt)
[Chorus]
Blood on my backpack, mud on my shoes
Voices in the stairwell, telling me "choose"
Run from the dark or become it (become it)
Run from the dark or become it (become it)
Hands on my neck, but there’s nobody near
I don’t feel fear now, I live in the fear
Run from the dark or become it (become it)
Run from the dark or become it
[Verse 2]
Fangs in the fridge where the food should be
Mirror in the sink keep laughing at me
Phone in my hand just melts like wax
Every missed call say "never go back"
Basement door breathing, in and out slow
Numbers on the stairs count down, not grow
TV snow shapes spell out my name
I blink one time, whole room inflamed (woah)
[Chorus]
Blood on my backpack, mud on my shoes
Voices in the stairwell, telling me "choose"
Run from the dark or become it (become it)
Run from the dark or become it (become it)
Hands on my neck, but there’s nobody near
I don’t feel fear now, I live in the fear
Run from the dark or become it (become it)
Run from the dark or become it
[Bridge]
[beat cuts, distant childlike hum]
I count one, two, three, they count six, six, six
Little red door, hundred black thumbprints
Laugh in the attic keeps leaking through vents
I sold my soul for some pocket change cent (shh)
[Chorus]
Blood on my backpack, mud on my shoes
Voices in the stairwell, telling me "choose"
Run from the dark or become it (become it)
Run from the dark or become it (become it)
Hands on my neck, but there’s nobody near
I don’t feel fear now, I live in the fear
Run from the dark or become it (become it)
Run from the dark or become it
Details
GeneratedJan 17, 2026
Duration2:14
LanguageEnglish
Style
rap, Aggressive Southern trap with rattling hi-hats, sharp cymbal splashes, and snarling 808s. Fast, breathless verses in a rage Vocaloid lead, layered with pitched-down ad-libs. Hook hits like a chant with distorted choir pads and eerie bell plucks, third act adds glitchy stutters and filtered screams for a creeping horror climax., vocaloid, hip-hop
Credits
Prompt by
Alejandro
AlejandroModelAria v5
Prompt
Trap, Hip-Hop, Rap, Southern Hip-Hop, Cymbal Splash, Gangsta Rap, Mumble, Rage
Vocaloid Kaai yuki, scary, fast, creepy, scary dark.
