Your blood runs cold, moon walks in the mirror,
every glove a warning, every heel a trigger.
I’m the echo in the alley, the snap in your spine,
smooth criminal lean when I tilt that brim low.
Tell the darkness my name—watch it stutter and bow;
I’m the thriller in the silence, the lie you believe.
Beat it through the fire, leave justice in the dust,
I’m bad, I’m bad—come on, you know it—ouch!