Pretty Little Panic

[Intro]
Hush now, count to four
Something’s breathing through the door

[Verse 1]
Powder on the cracked porcelain
Smile pinned crooked, let it in
Cold little fingers tap the glass
One by one, the faces pass

[Pre-Chorus]
You hear your name in the hallway seam
You shut your eyes; we slip between

[Chorus]
Gnarly, gnarly, teeth in the grin
Pretty little panic, let the dark come in
Gnarly, gnarly, skin-crawl sweet
Ghost girls gather when we stamp our feet

[Verse 2]
A ribbon tied around the stair
Wet footprints climb but no one’s there
The dolls turn slowly toward the wall
Then every painted mouth says, “Call”

[Pre-Chorus]
You hear your name in the hallway seam
You shut your eyes; we slip between

[Chorus]
Gnarly, gnarly, teeth in the grin
Pretty little panic, let the dark come in
Gnarly, gnarly, skin-crawl sweet
Ghost girls gather when we stamp our feet

[Bridge]
Under the floorboards, under your bed
We trade our secrets with the dead
One for the mirror, two for the key
Three little sisters—who do you see?

[Final Chorus]
Gnarly, gnarly, teeth in the grin
Pretty little panic, let the dark come in
Gnarly, gnarly, skin-crawl sweet
Ghost girls gather—now you’re one of we

[Outro]
Hush now, count no more
We’re already through the door

Dark theatrical horror-pop with a jagged club pulse, distorted sub-bass, detuned music-box plucks, scraping strings, and sudden stop-start accents. Build from whispered group vocals and sparse percussion into a stomping, chant-driven chorus with stacked female harmonies and eerie ghostly responses; add a tense half-time bridge, then a final chorus with harsher vocal layers and a sharp, unsettling ending. Close, breathy female leads contrast with spectral choir textures; polished but deliberately abrasive production.