[Sue]You said the dead could hear us. How far away are they? [Zo]Depends who you ask. [Sue]And who are we asking? [Zo]That's the part we don't say. [Sue]Was that you? [Zo]My hands are right here. [Sue]Then who's knocking? [Zo]...Okay. That's weird. [Sue]So we're inviting strangers through plywood? [Zo]Technically, we're asking questions. [Sue]Technically, that's what idiots do. [Zo]Was that part of your demonstration? [Sue]Nope. [Sue]You're smiling. [Zo]I'm appreciating the participation. [Zo] Brought the candles, the symbols, now the function's jumpin', Wiggle through the veil, got the dead in discussion. Submit your questions in writing, I ain't David Pumpkins. Salt line snapped like it already smelled the ending, Name I shouldn't speak still burnin' like a blessing. Three knocks mean yes, four mean closer, five mean open, I counted short on purpose just to see if it would notice. [Spoken]It noticed. Flame bent sideways like the dark itself did listen, A shape splattered across the wall, then it started to climb, Mine was standing perfectly still — that silhouette wasn't mine. The flame bent backward, every wick pointing in my direction, The silence went heavy like the dark had a question. Three knocks from the closet, Four knocks from the floor, Five came from inside me... I ain't countin' no more. [Sue] [Spoken]He falls—he just slammed to the floor! His body's jerking—Zo! Look at me! Zo, STOP! He hits the floor—I look at the door— If I run right now, maybe I'm spared! Hands on his chest, trying to pin him down, His spine arching back, convulsing off the ground! Clench into his shirt—dammit, this is gonna hurt! Shake his damn shoulders—wake up, wake up! If his neck snaps now, I just threw him in the dirt! The knocks won't quit—they're circling overhead! Crawling up the wood like a swarm instead! Scraping on the ceiling right above our hair— Claws on the plaster tearing out the air! Loud bang on the wall—I stumble off my heels— His eyes roll wide—SOMETHING ELSE TOOK THE WHEELS! [Demon Spoken]You asked how far away we were. Not far at all. Three knocks from the ceiling, Four knocks through the floor, Five woke up inside him— HE AIN'T HOME ANYMORE! [Demon]Knuckles white on your collar, drag you down to the pine! Spit the copper out your mouth, bitch, you wanted a sign?! Felt your rib cage rattle when I slammed your spine, Ain’t no Zo in the cockpit, ripping out the design! Kick and claw at my wrists, put your nails in the meat— Hear the floorboards buckle underneath our feet! Counted short on the knocks, now you swallow the bill, Feel your pulse start skipping while I lean for the kill! [Sue]You're... not... him... LET GO OF MY THROAT! [Demon]Gouge the eyes, bite the jaw, try to snap my thumb! You were talking so loud till the pressure got dumb! Tear the shirt off your back, grind the salt in your skin, Ain’t no mercy coming back for the shape that you're in! Pound your head on the plaster till the vision goes black, Got my knee in your gut, ain't no pulling it back— You wanted blood on the wood?! You wanted something to speak?! Now your windpipe is snapping every time that you shriek—! [Zo]...Sue?... Run... I can't hold it— [Demon]He was always weak. Now stand up. [Demon]Hear the glass crunch down under heavy weight, Step by step, cornered in, sealed your own fate. Ain't nowhere to slide when the hallway goes blind, Left your dignity, your breath, and your courage behind. Told you not to invite what you couldn't control, Now I’m walking in his meat, taking over the toll. Two feet from the corner where you're holding your breath— Watch his hands close in, delivering death— [Zo]Sue—! LISTEN TO ME! Center of the table—the clay vase! The sigil's baked into the clay—SMASH IT! [Demon]SHUT YOUR MOUTH—! [Zo]Three knocks from the rafters, Four knocks through the floor, Five took what was breathing, You ain't leaving this door! [Sue]Three seconds to reach it, Two steps on the floor, One hit to the clay— AND YOU WON'T KNOCK NO MORE! [Outro] [Sue]Zo?... Zo?! [Zo]...Ugh... my ribs... did you hit me with a brass lamp?... [Sue]You idiot... you absolute idiot, I thought you were gone... [Zo]Yeah... I’m good... connection's dead... we're fine—Wait... Sue? Are you alright? I felt myself... did I knee you in the damn gut? [Sue]Yeah. Right below the ribs. Feels like internal bleeding, thanks. [Zo]Fantastic. gotta cover your medical bill too now. [Zo]OW! What was that for?! [Sue] If you EVER bring that trash into my house again, I won't need an entity to bury you! [Zo]Fine. Remind me to add the vase in the receipt.
