Buckle up guys, it's The More Shadows with 2 AM.

Sound rushes in, it runs out of everything.

The sideways event, you cover your ears, or it's deafening.

When you want to quit, you stagger up in the into the hall.

But out there, it's loud, somebody's party, they start to yell.

Hey buddy, hey, hey buddy, please.

Would you quiet down, when you hear me?

It's too late now, I'm trying to say.

But it's out of control, til the walls are shaking.

No answers, but you keep learning how to bang your bones.

You seem strange, there's no hope, you start to wonder.

What's making that noise, I'm up here all alone.

The other day, kids, you stop caring.

As well as piercing, it's now controlled.

There's no one here, no one.

There's no conflict.

You bleed out, you let it go.

You say it's song, and when you sing,

The sound is gone.

And when you sing, the lights come.

And then the doors are open wide,

And the hall has never since gone.

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