Interlude One: Anything Can Happen In The Next Half Hour

His eyes are locked on her
Her eyes are fixed elsewhere
Hes confident but he's not aware
She doesn't care

Their only connection is the silence that they both grasp
He's lost control but shes not aware of his stare
Everything seems to intimidate him
With the strobe lights flashing, her body's jolting

But cracking as his eyes split in two, if only she knew
The curtain goes down on him again
Everything seems to be closing in on her
It feels just like she is being hunted

But its all right, it's all good
Shes not aware, of his stare