Skin Walker
Lyrics
[Intro - breathy whispers over eerie trap hi-hats and distant 808 rumble, shadowed soulful ad-libs echoing like forest calls]
(Whispers: Don't answer... don't answer your name... after dusk...)
[Verse 1 - sultry low-register R&B croon with gritty hip-hop flow, sparse acoustic guitar laced with distortion, sensual tension building like fog in Raven's Hollow]
Cousin vanished where the wild things whisper low,
Raven's Hollow hidin' secrets in the snow.
Folks say wolves or weather, bad luck on the edge,
But I hear my name slither from the ledge.
Faces in the trees, almost you, almost me,
Skin like borrowed lies, wearin' familiarity.
Drove back through the mist, notebook and a blade,
Heart poundin' like thunder in this godforsaken shade.
[Pre-Chorus - rising aggression, layered breathy harmonies stacking tension, sidechained 808s pulsing with rock-infused snare cracks]
It's callin', it's crawlin', invitin' me near,
Voice like your lover's, but eyes full of fear.
Don't trust the shadow that knows all your sins,
It feeds on the lonely, pulls you deep within...
[Chorus - explosive emo-rock drop with hard fire distortion guitars, aggressive hip-hop double-time flow over soulful belts, massive 808 bass and trap hi-hats rattling bones]
Fuck the folklore, this beast wearin' your skin!
Callin' my name after dusk, let the hunt begin!
Teeth in the dark, breath on my neck, passionate sin,
I'm breakin' the boundary, dive in the abyss within!
It's me or the mimic, blood on the vine,
Survival's a razor—cut through the lie!
Don't answer, don't answer, it's hungry tonight!
[Verse 2 - edgy breathy verses turning aggressive, deep soulful growls with hip-hop ad-libs, glitchy synths mimicking distorted voices, driving rock drums pounding isolation]
Flashlight flickerin' on trails long forgot,
Old tales of feeders that mimic what they're not.
Saw her face in the pines, cousin's smile, twisted grin,
Reached out for a hug, felt the hunger sink in.
It knows my desires, my dirtiest dreams,
Wraps 'round my throat like a lover's wet screams.
Pussy-clenchin' terror, thighs shakin' with dread,
But damn if it don't make me wet in the head.
[Pre-Chorus - sensual slowdown to psychological suspense, vulnerable R&B falsetto harmonies over stripped piano and echoing reverb whispers]
It's waitin', patient, wearin' what I crave,
Identity fracture, no soul left to save.
One step too close, and the imitation wins...
[Chorus - massive build to harder drop, passionate aggressive screams blending hip-hop fire with emo-rock walls of sound, explicit ad-libs stacking chaos]
Fuck the folklore, this beast wearin' your skin!
Callin' my name after dusk, let the hunt begin!
Teeth in the dark, breath on my neck, passionate sin,
I'm breakin' the boundary, dive in the abyss within!
It's me or the mimic, blood on the vine,
Survival's a razor—cut through the lie!
Don't answer, don't answer, it's hungry tonight!
[Bridge - stripped-back soulful vulnerability, breathy whispers over lone acoustic strums and haunting piano, slow-build tension with subtle aggressive guitar feedback creeping in]
What’s human? What’s hollow? Mirror’s lyin’ to me...
Isolation’s kiss, feed it or flee.
Cousin’s eyes in the thing that’s callin’ my name...
(Ad-libs: Fuck... don’t let it in... don’t let it taste...)
[Outro - fading ethereal reverb-drenched vocals, dissolving into dark sensual moans over dying 808 pulses and whispering wind samples, final aggressive rock riff echo]
Don’t answer... don’t answer... after dusk...
(It knows you... it wears you... feeds forever...)
(Fade: Hungry... tonight...)