Dead of Night

Gothabilly, Theater, Live show, Orchestra, Accordion, Harp, Tango Noir

V3.5

Pre-Chorus:
Every creak and groan, the silence starts to break,
Figures dart in corners, they’re the ghosts I can’t shake.
In the grocery aisle, shadows flicker in the light,
I turn to run, but they’re waiting, lurking just out of sight.
(Noooooo...!)

Chorus:
Running from the shadows, breathless with despair,
(Eeeek!)
Every corner hides a specter, every turn a chilling stare.
From my house to the market, they’re a taunting throng,
Living with the echoes of a dirge, a sorrowed song.
(Aaaaahhh—aaaaahhh!)

Verse 2:
In the park where laughter used to dance among the trees,
Lurking there are phantoms, tangled in the evening breeze.
Their hollow eyes are pleading, as they shuffle down the lane,
(Uggghhhh—!)
I’m a prisoner of these memories, shackled by their pain.

Pre-Chorus:
Every glance I cast feels like a dagger in my soul,
Whispered names behind me, shadows taking their toll.
In the checkout line, the cashier's smile fades away,
(Help me—!)
Behind her stands a specter, caught in endless disarray.

Chorus:
Running from the shadows, breathless with despair,
(Aahhh!)
Every corner hides a specter, every turn a chilling stare.
From my house to the market, they’re a taunting throng,
Living with the echoes of a dirge, a sorrowed song.
(Gaaaahhhh—ahhhh!)

Bridge:
Night after night, I’m trapped in this twisted game,
Haunted by the faces that call out my name.
Underneath the moonlight, they gather for the feast,
(Eeeek!)
But I’m not their dinner; I’m the hunted, not the beast.

Chorus:
Running from the shadows, breathless with despair,
(AHHHHHHHH—!)
Every corner hides a specter, every turn a chilling stare.
From my house to the market, they’re a taunting throng,
Living with the echoes of a dirge, a sorrowed song.
(Nnnnnoooooo!)

Outro:
So if you see me running, don’t you dare draw near,
I’m racing through the nightmare, lost within my fear.
In a world filled with shadows, I’ll search for the dawn,
(Aahhh—gasp!)
But every step I take, I feel the darkness spawn.
Ravenous and whispering, they clamor for my soul,
(Screeeeeam!)
In this endless chase of shadows, I’ll never be whole.

2355/7500

Verse 1: In the dead of night, I hear whispers in the dark, Footsteps echo softly, sending chills, a haunting spark. In my lonely home, they linger by the fire’s glow, Eyes like hollow lanterns, watching every move I show. (Aahhh—!) Pre-Chorus: Every creak and groan, the silence starts to break, Figures dart in corners, they’re the ghosts I can’t shake. In the grocery aisle, shadows flicker in the light, I turn to run, but they’re waiting, lurking just out of sight. (Noooooo...!) Chorus: Running from the shadows, breathless with despair, (Eeeek!) Every corner hides a specter, every turn a chilling stare. From my house to the market, they’re a taunting throng, Living with the echoes of a dirge, a sorrowed song. (Aaaaahhh—aaaaahhh!) Verse 2: In the park where laughter used to dance among the trees, Lurking there are phantoms, tangled in the evening breeze. Their hollow eyes are pleading, as they shuffle down the lane, (Uggghhhh—!) I’m a prisoner of these memories, shackled by their pain. Pre-Chorus: Every glance I cast feels like a dagger in my soul, Whispered names behind me, shadows taking their toll. In the checkout line, the cashier's smile fades away, (Help me—!) Behind her stands a specter, caught in endless disarray. Chorus: Running from the shadows, breathless with despair, (Aahhh!) Every corner hides a specter, every turn a chilling stare. From my house to the market, they’re a taunting throng, Living with the echoes of a dirge, a sorrowed song. (Gaaaahhhh—ahhhh!) Bridge: Night after night, I’m trapped in this twisted game, Haunted by the faces that call out my name. Underneath the moonlight, they gather for the feast, (Eeeek!) But I’m not their dinner; I’m the hunted, not the beast. Chorus: Running from the shadows, breathless with despair, (AHHHHHHHH—!) Every corner hides a specter, every turn a chilling stare. From my house to the market, they’re a taunting throng, Living with the echoes of a dirge, a sorrowed song. (Nnnnnoooooo!) Outro: So if you see me running, don’t you dare draw near, I’m racing through the nightmare, lost within my fear. In a world filled with shadows, I’ll search for the dawn, (Aahhh—gasp!) But every step I take, I feel the darkness spawn. Ravenous and whispering, they clamor for my soul, (Screeeeeam!) In this endless chase of shadows, I’ll never be whole.

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