Step into my office, don't bother with the door
Get [bad word]  we're gonna be here for
Another six hours, all the kids went home
I'm the nightly overwatch of the party zone

With a torch in hand, camera feed on display
view of every room, when I see a little movement 
From the corner of my eye, move quick, hesitate
And I'll probably die...
Probably die...

Lights flicker, and the shadows crawl
I wear the face of my enemy as I
Hide behind the mask, hide behind the mask

Wait for the demons to travel by
Just don't breathe and tremble as I
Pray behind the mask, pray behind the mask

"Night one, night two, night three, night four
You really are a trooper, so [bad word] back for more
You keep your wits about you and you know to bide your time
You've got this in control, see I told you you'd be fine"

I really don't [bad word] him, he fills me with doubt
That cheerful phone guy's voice, as he chats to me about
harmless mangled mess of Foxy 2, just lying on the floor
But I blink for a second, he's not there anymore

Lights flicker, and the shadows crawl
I wear the face of my enemy as I
Hide behind the mask, hide behind the mask

Wait for the demons to travel by
Just don't breathe and tremble as I
Pray behind the mask, pray behind the mask