Letras
Two flashlights cutting through the deep of night
Old rusted gates, a truly chilling sight
Got our EMF readers, a camera crew of two
Ready to film whatever ghosts decide to do
My husband, Chris, he's nervous, hands are getting slick
I say"Relax, man, this is gonna be sick!"
Forget the camping, forget the hiking trail
Tonight, we're chasing specters, in an abandoned jail
Oh, the paranormal pulse is getting strong
Where the veil is thin and things just feel all wrong
From the hospital halls to the forgotten crypt
Every shadow tells a story, through the thin veil voices slip
It's adventurous, scary fun, a midnight, haunted dream
Hunting for a whisper, or a spooky, ghostly scream!
The air is thick, smells of dust and long-ago decay
Hear a little giggle, but nobody's here to play
We walk the empty wards, past the peeling, painted walls
Then the EMF spikes high, near the old custodial halls!
Chris grabs my arm and whispers"Did you hear that sound?"
A faint scream echo, but no one is around
Oh, the paranormal pulse is getting strong
Where the veil is thin and things just feel all wrong
From the hospital halls to the forgotten crypt
Every shadow tells a story, through the thin veil voices slip
It's adventurous, scary fun, a midnight, haunted dream
Hunting for a whisper, or a spooky, ghostly scream!
Gurneys turned over, the pharmacy window smashed
We're walking where patients cried, where the final curtain crashed
Suddenly, a door slams shut, fifty feet away
We check the footage later, hoping it will pay
It's not about the money, or the fame, or the applause
It's chasing the unknown, breaking all the physical laws
Oh, the paranormal pulse is getting strong
Where the veil is thin and things just feel all wrong
From the hospital halls to the forgotten crypt
Every shadow tells a story, through the thin veil voices slip
(Did you see that?)