Luces Rojas /RED LIGHTS (electro disco SLASHER)

The new electro song, for lovers of camping trips with masked prowlers.... Luces rojas tiemblan al anochecer, no hay cuchillo… no hay a quién temer, algo late bajo tierra aquí, como un pulso que te llama a ti, cada paso despierta su red, ya no sabes si caminas o él, y la noche… empieza a beber. [Estrofa 1] Llegamos riendo, radio y alcohol, historias viejas de sangre y terror. “Dicen que mata, que vuelve otra vez”, pero no hay rastro… ¿dónde se fue? Cabañas mudas, silencio total, ni una huella, ni señal. [Pre puente] Demasiado fácil, demasiado en paz, algo no encaja en este lugar… [Puente] Sombras largas empiezan a latir, la madera cruje como al sentir. El suelo vibra bajo los pies, no es el viento… nos mira al revés. [Estribillo ] Luces rojas tiemblan al anochecer, no hay cuchillo… no hay a quién temer, (temeeeer) algo late bajo tierra aquí, como un pulso que te llama a ti, ( a tiiiiiiiiiii) cada paso despierta su red, ( su reeeed) ya no sabes si caminas o él, y la noche… empieza a beber. [Hook] Corre… no hay salida, late… tiene vida. Grita… ya es tarde, el lugar… te arde. [Estrofa 2] La puerta se cierra sin tocar, la pared respira al palpitar. Raíces negras buscan piel, susurrando nombres que no son de él. “El asesino se cansó de matar…” No era un hombre… ni una razón, era este sitio… con corazón. [Puente] Ojos sin forma bajo la piel, tierras abiertas quieren beber. Todo el bosque empieza a crecer… y nosotros… dentro de él. [Estribillo Final –] Luces rojas ya no dejan ver, no hay salida… no hay nada que hacer, todo el suelo se abre hacia ti, y tus pasos ya no son de aquí, cada grito alimenta su ser, eres parte, no puedes volver, el campamento … aprende a ser. Red lights tremble at dusk, there's no knife… no one to fear, something throbs underground here, like a pulse calling to you, each step awakens its web, you no longer know if you're walking or if it's him, and the night… begins to drink. [Verse 1] We arrived laughing, radio and alcohol, old tales of blood and terror. "They say he kills, that he'll come back again," but there's no trace… where did he go? Silent cabins, total silence, not a footprint, not a sign. [Pre-bridge] Too easy, too peaceful, something doesn't fit in this place… [Bridge] Long shadows begin to throb, the wood creaks as if feeling something. The ground vibrates beneath our feet, it's not the wind… it's looking at us from behind. [Chorus] Red lights tremble at dusk, there's no knife… no one to fear, (fear) something throbs underground here, like a pulse calling to you, (to youuuuuuuuuu) every step awakens its net, (its net) you no longer know if you're walking or it is, and the night… begins to drink. [Hook] Run… there's no way out, it throbs… it has life. Scream… it's too late, the place… burns you. [Verse 2] The door closes without knocking, the wall breathes as it throbs. Black roots seek skin, whispering names that aren't his. “The killer grew tired of killing…” It wasn't a man… nor a reason, it was this place… with a heart. [Bridge] Shapeless eyes beneath the skin, open lands yearn to drink. The whole forest begins to grow… and we… within it. [Final Chorus ] Red lights no longer let us see, there is no way out… nothing to do, the whole ground opens up toward you, and your steps are no longer from here, every scream feeds its being, you are part of it, you cannot return, the camp … learns to be.