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Wood Lane High: Reign of the Dark Hall 2 by Iron

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Wood Lane High: Reign of the Dark Hall 2

rock,male vocals

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Lyrics
Description
[Intro]
Strip-light hum, the crest is cracked, a cold wind slips the keys,
A bell like a blade cuts through the night and rakes the silent knees.
(Tempo: driving, 130 BPM)
[Verse 1]
Cracked crest above the main doors, paint peeled like old regrets,
Lockers jammed with rust and secrets, detention slips in cigarette ash sets.
The strip-light stutters; the hallway breathes a fluorescent sigh,
Footprints frozen in the stairwell — every shadow learns to lie.
[Pre-Chorus 1]
Steel-clad hearts under varsity coats, whispers lace the halls,
A teacher counts the broken names, chalk dust like snowfall.
We feel the clock like a fist, the bell a sharpened toll,
This school eats time and whistles, swallowing the whole.
[Chorus]
At Wood Lane High, the lights go cold — we learn to fear, we learn to fold.
At Wood Lane High, the lights go cold — we learn to fear, we learn to fold.
At Wood Lane High, the lights go cold — we learn to fear, we learn to fold.
Fold. Fold.
[Verse 2]
Graffiti mouths in the cloakroom leer with promises unpaid,
Locker doors bleed names in magnets, yearbooks thumbed and frayed.
Cafeteria steam tastes metallic, trays clatter like small bones,
Posters of smiling faces cracked, the auditorium groans.
[Pre-Chorus 2]
Now the whispers sharpen into lists — who stays, who won't be found,
Detention slips like tally marks; your future's wrapped in brown.
The clock becomes a judge's gavel, the bell a judge's whip,
One wrong step at Wood Lane High and they'll sign the final slip.
[Chorus]
At Wood Lane High, the lights go cold — we learn to fear, we learn to fold.
At Wood Lane High, the lights go cold — we learn to fear, we learn to fold.
At Wood Lane High, the lights go cold — we learn to fear, we learn to fold.
Fold. Fold.
[Bridge]
Principal Graves paces the crest-stage, his grin a student file,
"Stay and face the bell," he hums, "or run and break the spell awhile."
You hear it in the stairwell: a choice carved into the stone —
Stand and keep your name in ink, or flee and lose your bones.
[Breakdown]
Heartbeat toms under the boards, a single bassline drags the floor,
A choir of lockers rattles back the lessons learned before.
[Guitar Solo]
(Sharp melodic motif mirrors the chorus hook — repeat "lights go cold")
[Final Chorus]
At Wood Lane High, the lights go cold — we learn to fear, we learn to fold.
At Wood Lane High, the lights go cold — we learn to fear, we learn to fold.
At Wood Lane High, the lights go cold — we learn to fear, we learn to fold.
Fold. Fold. Fold.
[Outro]
So heed the cracked crest and the strip-light's thin, tired hymn,
Wood Lane keeps its ledger closed, and the dark keeps its grin.
When morning cracks the windows, you'll find the hallways bare —
But the whisper waits beneath the varnish: Wood Lane owns the dare.
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