Dark

Dark Industrial Hip Hop, UK Underground Rap, Dubstep,

Verse 1
Treading over thin frost, soles on the tarmac
Mind like a closed loop, running off a hard back.
I'm at the brick wall, constantly staring.
Steps on the staircase, someone's preparing.

No light in the corridor, bulbs burnt brown
Whispering at the stairwell, voices lowered down.
Clock ticks uneven, ticking off-beat
Cold air biting through the  snickers on my feet

Not running from faces, running from the atmosphere
Pressure in the inner ear, ringing till the path clear
Footsteps hollow, echoing the alleyway
Concrete swallowing the quiet of the Saturday.
Yesterday one neighbour committed a suicide.
Similar story to one of the "True Crime".

Hook / Chorus
It's dark in the corridor, it's dark outside,
Someone's on the monitor mimicking my cries.
Underneath the sodium, running off the grease
Looking for a stillness that never brings peace.

It's dark in the corridor, it's dark outside,
Someone's on the monitor mimicking my cries.
Underneath the sodium, running off the grease
Looking for a stillness that never brings peace.

Verse 2
Watch how the smoke moves, cling to the rafters,
No space for nostalgia, no room for what’s after
It’s a low-grade tremor deep inside the bedrock
Every door is double-latched, waiting on a deadbolt.

Eyes adapt to the pitch-black fast
Skirting round the edge where the streetlights cast
No postcodes, no emblems, no hollow bravado
Just the weight of the air when the sky turns charcoal

Spit words precise like a scalpel cut
Kept in a pressure-lock, jawbone shut
If I speak, it’s a draft through a cracked window pane
Dry skin, cold hands, standing in the grey rain.

You hear the beat drop, I hear the engine strain
Tuned to the frequency of friction and pain.

Hook / Chorus
It's dark in the corridor, it's dark outside,
Someone's on the monitor mimicking my cries.
Underneath the sodium, running off the grease
Looking for a stillness that never brings peace.

It's dark in the corridor, it's dark outside,
Someone's on the monitor mimicking my cries.
Underneath the sodium, running off the grease
Looking for a stillness that never brings peace.