For years of this I’ve suffered for
Only the good of my plans
And tonight’s the night they get their comeuppance
The décor set up tirelessly
The strings tucked into their cans
And it won’t be long ‘til the festival begins
Be quiet, be quiet, there’s someone at the door
Be quiet, be quiet, for about ten seconds more
Downtown, a man is soaked in sweat
His diagrams are at fault
But he’s still trying to earn his weekly pay
The sirens burst out screaming from
The belly of the vault
To signify that the fuzz is on its way
Be quiet, be quiet, just lay low on the floor
Be quiet, be quiet, for about ten seconds more
The hardships of the hardware guy
Have been the work of a beast
And moments of tranquility were rare
But it all came to a head when his
Best friends were all deceased
And so he cornered in on silent prayer
Silence racing through my wavelengths
Be quiet, be quiet, what am I searching for?
Be quiet, be quiet, for about ten seconds more
Be quiet, be quiet, an epithet, for sure
Be quiet, be quiet, for about ten seconds more
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