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Лунный дождь A Nightmare on Elm Street

Альбом · Cinematic Breaks · 2026 · Электронная, Фристайл, Бит

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Minor keys in my bloodstream, midnight on my tongue
A lullaby of sirens—wake up when it’s sung
O-o-oh… mm-mm…

Elm Street streetlights flicker, thin and dying gold
Parents lock the windows, but the fear slips cold
He wears a burned-out smile, a shadow made of flame
Razor hymn on metal, carving out my name
I count the ceiling cracks, I swear I won’t descend
But sleep is just a doorway that refuses to pretend
One… two… the hallway breathes in time
Three… four… my pulse becomes a crime

Dream Warriors in neon, fighting in the deep
Power from a memory we’re too afraid to keep
A mirror turns to quicksand, a bedroom turns to stage
Every door another sequel, every scream another page
Freddy’s Dead? He’s laughing—finals never stay
New Nightmare breaks the fourth wall, drags the cast away
Then he meets the lake of masks, crosses worlds in red
Versus Jason—still he’s smiling when we think he’s dead

Don’t fall asleep—he’s in the seams of night
In every broken bulb, in every fading light
Run if you want, but the dark knows your name
One, two—he’s coming back the same
Don’t close your eyes—he will rewrite your breath
A nursery rhyme stitched to a kiss of death
Wake up to bleed, or sleep to feel alive
Elm Street lives… and I won’t survive won’t survive

I tried to drink the daylight, tried to hold the sun
But every calm confession is a trigger to the fun
He feeds on our attention, on the stories that we trade
A legend in the corner where our innocence decayed
If I forget the terror, will the terror let me go?
Or is the mind the furnace where his laughter starts to grow?

Heartbeat like a hammer, louder than the fear
Four-on-the-floor thunder—now the nightmare’s near
Oh… oh…

Don’t fall asleep—he’s in the seams of night
In every broken bulb, in every fading light
Run if you want, but the dark knows your name
One, two—he’s coming back the same
Don’t close your eyes—he will rewrite your breath
A nursery rhyme stitched to a kiss of death
Wake up to bleed, or sleep to feel alive
Elm Street lives… and I won’t survive won’t survive

Five… six… the blankets pull like waves
Seven… eight… he never stays in graves
Nine… ten… I’m counting again
O-o-oh… a-a-ah…
Don’t… fall… asleep… asleep… asleep…

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