| There was a clubhouse, only kept special guests in | |
| Place much darker than the room | |
| I rest inCreepy spot where the dust covers the floor | |
| And some fishin' rods is hangin' on the door | |
| Paintin' on the wall of stick figures | |
| That's rumored to walk out the frame and get bigger | |
| Where the imagination runs wild, like who's creepin' | |
| Neighbors are acres away and probably sleepin' | |
| Wind dust blowin' makes the sounds of ghost[Incomprehensible] in the room makes you feel really close | |
| Remind me of this late night thriller | |
| I watched the other night, they never caught the killer | |
| Bats that's flyin' in every direction | |
| Got to stay low and roll with the protection | |
| Visitors that often stay for the summer | |
| They heart beat like the roll of a drummer | |
| I can feel the presence all around me | |
| The scene isn't funny, | |
| I got those chills | |
| I can feel the presence all around me | |
| The scene isn't funny, it's all too real | |
| I can feel the presence all around me | |
| The scene isn't funny, | |
| I got those chills | |
| I can feel the presence all around me | |
| The scene isn't funny, it's all too real | |
| The room was full, the sky was black | |
| The bathroom, hear a crack, wolves roam in packs | |
| In the dinin' room, the chair rock back and forth | |
| Pull the table cloth to the sun, where it fell off | |
| Cups and glass plates hit the floor and shattered | |
| Three Blind | |
| Mice heard the noise and scattered | |
| Front door was open, welcome mat was soakin' | |
| The blood of | |
| Christ, plus all four locks were broken | |
| In the backyard, two dogs would growl | |
| And barkin', the eyes and they teeth was sparklin' | |
| I started to sweat, they started to get closer | |
| Then I saw a face on a wanted poster | |
| An outlaw who stayed with an empty hoster | |
| Used to shoot mugs of beer off the coaster | |
| Make a room to turn the light switch on | |
| Chump up, my jacket was torn | |
| Pages from the photo album, make a return | |
| Wax drip from the candle as it slowly burn | |
| Then the lights had started blinkin', as if the power was gone | |
| The room become foggy, as if the shower was on | |
| Words was written in the steam on the mirror | |
| In bold print, couldn't have been any clearer | |
| Teeth that was givin' out sounds without a picture | |
| And a voice kept sayin', "I'ma getcha" | |
| I can feel the presence all around me | |
| The scene isn't funny, | |
| I got those chills | |
| I can feel the presence all around me | |
| The scene isn't funny, it's all too real | |
| I can feel the presence all around me | |
| The scene isn't funny, | |
| I got those chills | |
| I can feel the presence all around me | |
| The scene isn't funny, it's all too real | |
| I can feel the presence all around me | |
| The scene isn't funny, | |
| I got those chills | |
| I can feel the presence all around me | |
| The scene isn't funny, it's all too real |
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