Coffin on the Quad

I hit the quad when the moon cuts low

Like boots tapping where the cold winds blow

Electric sparks in the midnight air

Every stare I pass just stops and stares

Hear that clatter, feel that grind

I'm a walking omen in the dead of time

I strut through the quad

Like the graveyard owns the beat

Stone cold swagger

And the pulse beneath my feet

Raise those voices, let the shadows get loud

We move like thunder through the student crowd

I strut through the choir, yet I own the night

With a baritone blaze and a funeral fire

Metal on my stride and a scarlet grin

Know a brick holds shake when I come rolling in

Guitars howl like wolves on the ledge

Bassline pounding like a vow to the edge

If the dark wants a king

I'll answer that call

One step, one chance

And the weak knees fall

I swept through the quad

Like the graveyard owns the beat

Stone cold swagger

And the pulse beneath my feet

Raise those voices, let the shadows get loud

We move like thunder through the student crowd

I'm so terrified, yeah, I own the night

With a baritone blaze and a funeral fight

When the bells ring low

The dead kill time

And the night won't go