[Mark]
Something here seems foul
Something here just reeks of blood
And suffering
Could it be these halls are echoing
Of death?

We'll see.

In all my dreams, I see
maze of halls with bloody walls
And countless scrawls reminding me
"IT'S ME"

Don't play these games
You've lost your fright
I'm armed with more than a light
And I'm survivng five nights

No phones. No screens. No more.
Just you and me, a gun or three, and
Nothing else between me and this door

You bring the fur I'll bring the fight
Hey, [bad word] get a bite
'Cause I'm survivng five nights