| I’m feeling up tonight for something dangerous | 
| I know a place up north where no one ever goes | 
| I’m picking you up in ten so raid the cabinets | 
| We’ll top the liquor off, they’ll never notice | 
| So call your girl and bring her friends | 
| Break the lock, the fun begins | 
| Here the party never ends | 
| Long as we breathe oxygen | 
| Turn it up a little louder 'cause no one is around here | 
| This creepy little place is ours for now | 
| How’d my drink fall off the counter? | 
| Oh, tell me does it feel a little colder? | 
| What’s that writing on the mirror? | 
| Couldn’t read it any clearer | 
| Somebody wants us all out of this house | 
| I’m not sure that we’re alone here | 
| Oh baby, could you stand a little closer? | 
| Followed the staircase but it led me nowhere | 
| They disappeared into the center of a wall | 
| I found the doorway that leads to the cellar | 
| But only after a thirty foot fall | 
| Not sure where this hallway ends | 
| Or my sanity begins | 
| Where the hell are all my friends? | 
| There were six when we walked in | 
| Something’s crawling in the attic, I think I’m going manic | 
| The shadow on the wall is not from me | 
| One more shot before I panic | 
| Oh, none of this is getting any clearer | 
| I hear you calling from the bedroom, I swear I’ll come and get you | 
| As soon as I remember how to breathe | 
| There’s no method to the madness | 
| Where is my reflection in this mirror? | 
| Frozen, I’m all alone when something calls me to the study | 
| I heard in my head, «Third book on the left» | 
| And I find matches and a locket just for me | 
| Frozen, I’m all alone (I can hear you calling) | 
| When something calls me to a study | 
| (I can hear you calling through the wall) | 
| I heard in my head, «Third book on the left» | 
| (I can hear you calling) | 
| And I find matches just for me | 
| (But I can’t make a sound at all) | 
| Something’s crawling in the attic, I think I’m going manic | 
| The shadow on the wall is closing in | 
| Just when I begin to panic | 
| Somehow I know the person in this locket | 
| I hear you calling from the bedroom, but I don’t care to find you | 
| And I’m sure we’ll never see outside again | 
| There’s a method to the madness | 
| And I still got these matches in my pocket | 
| I don’t feel like myself 'cause right now there is someone else | 
| Telling me «Behind the shelf there is gasoline» and | 
| I don’t feel like myself, I don’t feel like myself | 
| I don’t feel a thing | 
| I don’t feel like myself 'cause right now there is someone else | 
| Telling me to «pour it out over everything» and | 
| I don’t feel like myself, I don’t feel like myself | 
| I don’t feel a thing |