Cut The Lights

Cut The Lights

Tick of the clock, breath in the dark.
Sharpen the grin as the world falls apart.
I slip through the screen like a shadow on fire,
heartbeat’s a hammer and the moon’s my choir.

Every scream’s a chorus, every footstep’s prey.
I’m the ghost in the mirror you throw out each day.
No mask can hide the mess I became.
I’m your midnight confession with a butcher’s name.

The houses go silent when I rattle the gate.
Kids dare each other to look, it’s too late.
Your prayers are as useless as locks on the door.
You’re dust in the air, blood on the floor.

I’m the song on the radio they never replay,
the red in your eye at the end of the day.
Carve my story with a kitchen knife.
You made a legend—now choke on the life.

They ran, they begged, they cried, they lied,
but no one ever leaves until I decide.

Under the mask, I’m grinning.
Under the skin, you’re thinning.
Keep your heroes, keep your prayers—
I’ll be the last sound you hear.

Cut the lights, call the night.
Every shadow’s just my bite.
Run if you want, hide if you can,
but the credits roll when I lift my hand.

Cut the lights, let the dark begin.
I was born for the kill and I’ll always win.