
Marquee de Sombras
cachito· 3:30 · 4 plays · v3-preview
- drift phonk
- 2020s
- dark trap
- male vocalist
- ominous
- halloween
- horrorcore
- witch house
- slowed down
Lyrics
Intro
Mm
(Mm-hmm)
Ah-oh
Verse 1
The marquee hums but the letters look wrong
Thirty-first and the sidewalks won't sleep
Spiderwebs strung from the gutters to the gates
Strangers wearing strangers down the street
Some come dressed as ghosts some as silk-threaded witches
Under every mask a question stays
It isn't just a party it isn't just a game
Something in the fog is starting to wake
Pre-Chorus
The lamps blink and the minutes won't move
Curiosity calls and the fear follows too
Don't stand there staring but you can't walk away
Because tonight everything can come true
Chorus
It's the thirty-first out in Hollywood
When the faces come out to roam
Something pulls you closer to the unknown
And the dread keeps whispering stay
Between the glow and the grave between the joke and the truth
The party lingers on endlessly
Drop
Masks come out masks come out
Stay stay stay
Verse 2
Down on those boulevards they shuffle and sway
Capes and crooked hats and luck that runs thin
Haunted hallways lined with photographs
Eyes that watch you from behind the glass
Some arrive to laugh and some arrive to sing
Others come to bury a spell they won't speak
Nobody can tell you what hides in the cloth
When midnight lands the secret takes the street
Pre-Chorus
The lamps blink and the minutes won't move
Curiosity calls and the fear follows too
Don't stand there staring but you can't walk away
Because tonight everything can come true
Chorus
It's the thirty-first out in Hollywood
When the faces come out to roam
Something pulls you closer to the unknown
And the dread keeps whispering stay
Between the glow and the grave between the joke and the truth
The party lingers on endlessly
Bridge
Who is who who is real
Just costumes or something concealed
A voice drifts over the hill
Whoever joins the party never leaves
Chorus
It's the thirty-first out in Hollywood
When the faces come out to roam
Something pulls you closer to the unknown
And the dread keeps whispering stay
Between the glow and the grave between the joke and the truth
The party lingers on endlessly
Outro
Mm
The thirty-first never ended
(Mm-hmm)
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