Am F
Something here seems foul...
Am F
Something here just reeks of blood and suffering...
Dm Am
Could it be these halls are echoing...
E
...of death?
Am
We'll see.
Am F
In all my dreams I see
Am F
A maze of halls with bloody walls and countless scrawls reminding me, "It's me."
Dm Am
Don't play these games you've lost your fright.
E
I'm armed with more than a light...
Am
And I'm surviving five nights.
Am F
No phones, no screens, no more
Am F
Just you and me, a gun or three, and nothing else between me and this door
Dm Am
You bring the fur, I'll bring the fight
E
Hey, Foxy! Come get a bite...
Am
'Cause I'm surviving five nights!
