(Verse 1) In a tiny little chamber, where shadows twist and creep. Heart pounding in the stillness, can I ever get sleep? Thoughts are racing (f-f-faster) in this suffocating space. Something’s lurking in the corners, what if I see its face? - Haha ha, it’s too much, what’s that noise? AHHHH! - Ggah! Is someone there? PLEASE, help! This can’t be real.. OH NOOO! (Chorus 1) Oh, it’s fun, but it’s (t-t-terror), like a nightmare come alive, Every glance to the darkness makes me fear for my life, With laughter twisted sharply, and (p-p-panic) in my chest, I’m the writer of my story, but there's (something!) in this mess! - Pheew, I’m losing grip, o-oh lord, w-what’s that behind? Oh Oh! (Verse 2) Can't feel my fingers, and the air is getting thick. Every creak and whisper makes my heart race and kick. Imagination’s a (n-n-nightmare) that’s clawing deep inside. I’m the captain of this sinking ship; there’s nowhere left to hide. - H-hehehe, oh this is way too much! HAHA HA! AH AAH AAAH! - Scratching wildly, I can’t take it anymore! HEEELP! (Chorus 2) Oh, it’s bliss, but it’s (c-c-chaos), like a storm in my mind. As the walls are (closing) in, and I'm losing what’s kind. With a h-h-heart racing madness, but the weight starts to gain. In this claustrophobic (p-p-prison), will I break these chains? - W-w-wha—this can’t be real! NO! WHAT IS THIS?! OH OHHH! - Scratching my head, I’m s-s-spiraling down! HELP! (Bridge) T-t-tap-tap on the walls, is it (just my despair)? In this dark little cocoon, is there (s-s-standing there? Walls may be closing in, but I know I’m not alone, This little room’s a (n-n-nightmare), what have I overthrown? - G-gah! Just me and my t-t-terror, right? H-hehe! Is there s-s-something there?! AHHHH! (Chorus 3) Oh, it’s joy, but it’s (p-p-panic), like a shadow draws near. Each moment’s a (t-t-thriller), and I’m drowning in fear. With imagination spinning, but reality’s tight line. In my (v-v-very) small room, will I ever be fine? - W-w-wait, what was that? I’m n-n-not alone! HELP! (Outro) So let’s toast to small spaces, where the fun turns to dread, In the (s-s-suffocating stillness), where shadows have spread, No distant horizons; I’m reaching for the light, In my very small room, I’m haunted by the night! (End) - Eheh, just a l-l-little claustrophobic fun—HA! Hahaha! AAAAAAH!
