I have oft wondered if Michael had lived around the time of Shakespeare would he have penned the greatest lyrics of all time still?
Locked away in a tiny attic, long shadows playing in the candlelight. Nothing but a writing desk, a quill , some crumbs of bread and mouldy old cheese for sustenance.
And so it began...
"Tis close to midnight and vile creature doth lurk in the dark.
Moonlight light , you behold a sight that almost stops your heart.
You Scream no more as terror takes the sound afore ye make it.
You begin to freeze as horreur looketh you in the eyes.
Thou art paralysed!
Cause this is thriller, thriller night.
Pray thou shalt be saved from the beast that sooneth strike!
You know tis thriller, thriller night.
Thou art fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight.
You hear a door close and realise there is nowhere left to run.
Feeling a cold hand, you wonder if thou shalt ever see the sun.
Closing thy eyes you pray that this is just imagination, lassie.
Alas all the while you hear the vile creature creeping up behind...
You're out of time!
Cause this is thriller, thriller night.
There aint no second chance against the thing with many eyes.
Thriller, thriller night.
Thou art fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight.
Night creatures call and the dead begin to walk in their masquerade.
There's no escaping..."
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