But the silence lingers
Leaves you on the edge of your seat
And you wait
Till through the dry ice
Comes the first footstep
The first whisper
The first chords
The tension builds
The lights come on
The screaming starts…..
And yet
in the echoing confines between your ears
the silence lingers
Leaves you on the edge of your seat
And you wait
Till through the dry ice
Comes the first footstep
The first whisper
The first chords
The tension builds
The lights come on
The screaming starts…..
And yet
in the echoing confines between your ears
the silence lingers

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