Acoustic Shadow

We all love the broken music,
We all listen in rapture,
We drink up every word
Of the singer's demonic voice.

When the clock chimes thirteen
Is when he says our job's ended,
We have to march behind him,
We have to mow people down.

Listen to the music of fear.
Hear the words and sounds collide.
It's not a laughing matter for
It just might end you.

I knew it would be troublesome,
That no one could control it.
That's why the clock is tolling,
That's why the bodies are falling....

Listen to the sounds of fear.
Hear the screams and gunfire collide.
It's not a laughing matter for
It just might end you....