Episode Five: Lost It

(shhhh... did you hear that?)

Four AM, the ceiling fan is turning slow

Every shadow on the wall is putting on a show Three cups

of cold coffee, eyes are bloodshot red

Swear I heard a heavy footstep right above my head (wait) No,

the upstairs flat has been empty for a year Just the static

on the TV feeding on my fear

There's a scraping on the floorboards,

scraping on the glass Tell myself it's just a hallucination that'll pass

But the doorknob is turning,

very slow, very light Yeah,

I really shouldn't have stayed awake for five nights

(hahaha!) I think I finally,

totally lost it!

Staring at the shadow in my closet!

No escape, lock the grate,

now I'm trapped inside!

Nowhere left for a lunatic to hide!

Look at the peephole,

there is nothing but an empty hall Then a whisper from the

kitchen, crawling down the wall My shadow is detaching,

dancing on its own accord Staring at the ceiling with my hand

upon a rusty sword (who is that?) I got a cabinet of

chemicals to keep me sane But they're bubbling and boiling straight inside

my brain

Is it real?

Is it fake?

How many hours can a human mind awake?

(six nights... seven nights...)

I think I finally,

totally lost it!

Staring at the shadow in my closet!

No escape, lock the grate,

now I'm trapped inside!

Nowhere left for a lunatic to hide! (shhhh...)

(they're in the walls...)