[Intro] One, two… Wait. There were only supposed to be two of us. (Distant laughter) Who's counting? [Verse 1] One, two, three, Don't you dare look at me. Four, five, six, Someone's playing dirty tricks. Rock breaks bones, Paper tells lies, Scissors leave pieces For somebody to find. [Pre-Chorus] One, two, three Everybody close your eyes. Someone knows what happened here. Someone's getting good at lies. [Chorus] Rock, paper, scissors, shoot Tell me who's telling the truth. Rock through the window, Paper for the lie. Scissors cut the evidence, Now everybody's got an alibi. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot Guess we're playing until someone loses. You said there were only two of us. So whose shadow keeps moving? [Verse 2] Two hands on the table, But there's three caught in the frame. Two chairs pulled up beside us, Tell me who forgot their name. Three shadows crawling up the wall, You said nobody else was here. Then who the hell is down the hall? And why do you look so scared? [Pre-Chorus] One, two, three Everybody close your eyes. Someone knows what happened here. Someone's getting good at lies. [Chorus] Rock, paper, scissors, shoot Tell me who's telling the truth. Rock through the window, Paper for the lie. Scissors cut the evidence, Now everybody's got an alibi. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot Guess we're playing until someone loses. You said there were only two of us. So whose shadow keeps moving? [Bridge — Spoken, Eerie, Building Suspense] I found the note you tried to hide. Recognized the handwriting. Read the last line twice. “You were never supposed to remember.” [Music abruptly stops] Wait... [Whispered] Why does that handwriting look like mine? [Distorted laughter, instrumental builds] [Final Chorus] One, two, three, don't make a sound, Funny how the truth gets buried underground. You picked paper, I picked proof, Now there's someone missing from the room. Rock, paper, scissors, shoot, One of us is lying, but who's telling the truth? You can cut the evidence, rewrite the rules, But I already know what you're gonna choose. [Outro — Whispered, Music Fading] Rock, paper, scissors, shoot. You thought we were playing fair. [Soft, unsettling laugh] That's funny... I never said I was playing with you. [Abrupt silence] [A distant voice whispers: “One... two... three...”]
