Skinwalker at My Door

[Verse 1]
Skinwalker scratching at my door
I can’t take anymore
Breath held in my burning lungs
Counting cracks in the ceiling, I come undone
[Chorus]
Skinwalker at my door
Claws on wood, I’m on the floor
It’s too long where it should be short
It can hear the beat of my heart
Angles and curves where there should be none
Staring back at me like I’m the wrong one
What have I done?
What have I done?
[Verse 2]
Footsteps in my hallway, then they bend
Every corner stretching, never ends
Photographs are turning their heads
My own shadow mouthing things I never said
[Chorus]
Skinwalker at my door
Claws on wood, I’m on the floor
It’s too long where it should be short
It can hear the beat of my heart
Angles and curves where there should be none
Staring back at me like I’m the wrong one
What have I done?
What have I done?
[Bridge]
I pulled the thread
I begged for more
I named the dark
Invited it indoors
Now every pulse
Is a dinner bell
I built this house
Into my own hell (oh)
[Chorus]
Skinwalker at my door
Claws on wood, I’m on the floor
It’s too long where it should be short
It can hear the beat of my heart
Angles and curves where there should be none
Staring back at me like I’m the wrong one
What have I done?
What have I done?

rock, Brooding emo-rock with overdriven guitars, male vocals. Start sparse with palm-muted power chords and a distant floor tom; chorus explodes with wide distorted stacks, octave leads, and shouted gang vocals on key phrases. Verses sit in a tense half-time groove; bridge drops to clean guitar and whispered vocal before a final, chaotic full-band hit. Dark reverb, roomy drums, vocal right on the edge of breaking., emo