If You Hear This

[Verse 1]
If you hear this...
don’t answer the door
White halls are breathing
and they want more
A nurse dropped keys
in a blood-wet line
Now every ward
is a warning sign
[Pre-Chorus]
They locked the gates
then they ran away
But the towers lit up
with a sickly fade
I heard the speaker
start to cough and hiss
Then the whole town went
hollow like this
[Chorus]
If you hear this, it’s too late
(it’s too late)
If you hear this, it’s too late
(it’s too late)
The virus can’t be held
The virus can’t be held
If you hear this, it’s too late
(it’s too late)
[Verse 2]
Street signs hanging
in the butcher rain
Faces at the windows
calling my name
They used to beg for sleep
behind locked steel
Now they drag their hands
like they forgot to feel
The ambulance rots
on a frozen block
And every dead man
learns to walk
[Pre-Chorus]
They locked the gates
then they ran away
But the towers lit up
with a sickly fade
I heard the speaker
start to cough and hiss
Then the whole town went
hollow like this
[Chorus]
If you hear this, it’s too late
(it’s too late)
If you hear this, it’s too late
(it’s too late)
The virus can’t be held
The virus can’t be held
If you hear this, it’s too late
(it’s too late)
[Bridge]
I was on the roof
when the first ones came
Scratching at the glass
calling out my name
Radio man said
"stay inside, stay still"
But the line went dead
and the room went chill
Now the flood of bodies
hits the gate in waves
And I can hear the doctor
begging in the grave
[Final Chorus]
If you hear this, it’s too late
(it’s too late)
If you hear this, it’s too late
(it’s too late)
The virus can’t be held
The virus can’t be held
If you hear this, it’s too late
(it’s too late)
If you hear this...
run.

Horror rock with driving half-time toms, jagged down-tuned guitars, and a stomping chorus that lurches like a siren; verse stays tense and sparse, pre-chorus climbs with snare rolls and radio static, chorus crashes open with gang shouts and a repeated title hook. Female vocals in a close-mic, cracked lead with stacked doubles, ghostly whispers tucked in the back, and delay throws on the last words. Ear candy: shortwave crackle, reversed cymbal swells, and a distorted broadcast voice as transitions. Mix is dark, punchy, and claustrophobic., rock