(verse 1) Salt won't save you, locks won't hold, The house remembers sins of old, Walls are breathing, floors are cold, Something's slipping through the mold (pre-chorus) Listen close now, do you hear — A hundred footsteps drawing near (chorus) Something wicked this way comes, Dragging silence, drowning drums, Every shadow has a name, Every whisper knows your shame (verse 2) The candles flutter, one by one, The party's over, the dark's begun, Mirrors crack where no one stands, Something's reaching — cold, cold hands (chorus) Something wicked this way comes, Dragging silence, drowning drums, Don't turn around, don't say a prayer, Something wicked's standing there (bridge — spoken/whispered, half-buried in reverb) It knows your name. It's known it all along. It was never coming. It was already home. (final chorus — stripped down, distorted, decaying) Something wicked this way comes... ...this way comes... ...this way comes...
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