[singer A] Creepin’ through the dark, got my flashlight low, Heartbeat jumpin’ every time the cold winds blow, Team on my back, yeah we ready for the fight, If it starts a hunt, better pray you hide right EMF goin’ crazy, beepin’ in my hand, Level five spike, yeah we ain’t alone man, Hear a faint whisper through the spirit box tone, “Are you here?” — now I wish I stayed home… [transition] [instrumental] [transition] [singer A] It’s a banshee, I can hear the scream, Piercin’ through the silence like a nightmare dream, Door just slammed, now we trapped in a curse, Every second passin’, yeah it’s gettin’ worse… RUN when it hunt, hide don’t breathe, Closet door shut, pray it don’t see, Flashlight flicker, sanity gone, If it finds you… you ain’t lastin’ long EMF spikin’, spirit box talk, Ghost writin’ signs in the haunted walk, Every clue we gather, tryna make it out alive, But the fear in this house? Man it thrives… So if you step inside, better come prepared, Cuz the dark don’t play and the ghosts don’t care, Hear that whisper? Yeah you know the course— Turn around quick… or become the source.
