Grim Creepers

[Verse 1]
She sips her coffee, catches a flash of red,
A painted smile twisting in the corner of her eye.
Big shoes clatter on tile, balloons float like bones,
And knives juggle midair, never falling.
Laughter coils from shadows, sweet but sharp,
A carnival bleeding into her everyday.

[Chorus 1] (punchy, catchy hook)
Clowns in the corners, agents of the Reaper,
No one else notices—they vanish deeper.
Smiles like mirrors, eyes that never lie,
The circus is waiting, and death walks by.

[Verse 2]
In the subway, on the street, a red nose grins,
A trumpet bleats a single note of doom.
She turns a corner—there they are again,
Silent, precise, impossible, and unblinking.
A balloon writhes like a snake in the air,
And every step she takes ticks closer to fear.

[Chorus 2]
Clowns in the corners, followers of the Reaper,
She’s the only witness, dread grows deeper.
Their eyes like clocks, ticking, never shy,
The circus is waiting, and death walks by.

[Verse 3]
Signs on buildings shift, painted smiles leer,
The sun dips low, long shadows crawl.
Behind the red noses, black cloaks move,
Scythes glint hidden in their carnival tricks.
The clowns bow low, the Reaper’s agents revealed,
Her steps measured, her fate now sealed.

[Chorus 3]
Clowns in the corners, guiding her blind,
She feels the cold breath, knows she’s running out of time.
Mirrors and shadows, a sinister lullaby,
The circus is waiting, and death walks by.

[Bridge] (tense, cinematic)
Every street a stage, every laugh a threat,
The world bends around her, impossible and alive.
Red noses, juggling knives, steps echo like drumbeats,
She can’t escape—the Reaper’s coming to arrive.

[Guitar Solo] (chaotic, tension-building, 12–16s, rising into final chorus)

[Chorus 4 / Outro]
Clowns in the corners, the last act begins,
No one else notices, the darkness wins.
Aligned with the Reaper, the shadows comply,
The circus is waiting, and death walks by.

High-energy pop-rock, horrorcore textures, driving beats, eerie and terrifying tension, gothic male