

Prompt / Lyrics
[Verse 1] Came back for quiet Old bookstore Same cracked sign Typewriter in the window Dust on the "Welcome" line Barstools full of rumors Candles stacked beside the beer Doctor counting missing patients Says the dates feel wrong this year [Chorus] There’s blood on Maple Street And the moon won’t meet my eyes You’re the only thing here That still feels alive We’re kissing under porch lights While the town forgets to breathe If they’re coming for our hearts tonight They’ll have to cut through you and me [Verse 2] Teacher locks the classroom Maps the bodies on the board Kid draws fangs in red pen Says "They’re hunting after dark" We walk you home at midnight Garlic hanging on your door You laugh like it’s a campfire tale Till claws scratch on the floor [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] In the clinic In the chapel In the bleachers In the bars We see coffins in the carpools Hear the scratching in the cars [building drums] Four of us against the graveyard You press your hand into my chest "If we’re wrong We’re just insane" you say "If we’re right Then we’re what’s left" [Chorus]
Tags
rock, Gritty alt-rock with overdriven guitars and a dirty bass groove, mid-tempo. Verses stay tense and close-mic’d, tom-heavy drums and palm-muted riffs. Chorus explodes with wide power chords, gang vocals, and a soaring top-line hook. Brief bridge drops to half-time with eerie lead guitar and low male vocals before final, anthemic chorus.
3:12
No
1/2/2026