Static in the Hallway

Screen starts flickering, shadows move. Yeah, they listening. Footsteps glitch

in the empty room. Clock won't tick, stuck at twelve-o-two. Walls breathe slow,

feel the cold air. Something's wrong, but nobody's there. Static glides through

the TV glow. Every time I blink, it gets closer, though.

There's static in the hallway, whispers in the walls. Every time I

look away, I hear my own name called. Lights off, don't trust the

silence, heartbeat like a drum. If you hear me breathing,

yeah, it's already begun. Uh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh.