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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]
Details
GeneratedJan 2, 2026
Duration3:34
LanguageEnglish
Style
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.
Credits
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LunarOutput334
LunarOutput334ModelAria v5
Prompt
Rock, a writer goes back to his home town falls in love with a girl, the town is polluted with vampires. He, town doctor, a teacher, a boy are the only ones who suspect the recent deaths are related.
