Amy’s In The Attic

Mr. piser, I think you should come up hereAmy’s in the attic and brain has gone ecstaticNot another day of all the suffering and pain I was just a little boy ever so naiveAmy was my best friend, I never want to hurt herI never wanna ever wanna think about her murderOn the playground, I chase her down the slideI chase her cross the monkey bars and she would run and hideJinglin and tumbling, I pushed her off the sledAmy coincidently hit her headDumbling inside my brain, down came the wadeAmy isn’t answering, who would get the blame? Amy isn’t laughing, amy isn’t cryingAmy isn’t really breathing, God I think she’s dyingSuddenly, the air is cold I must get her insideEven though she died, amy has to hideNobody must ever know that I made amy sickLock her up forever in the atticMaybe it is best to die, thinking did she really dieI’m thinking if it’s really true then how come I am telling youAnd if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim toShould I walk the terror stairs, and savior all myTerror fears, noMr. piser, I think you should come up hereAmy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstaticEvery day I suffer but eleven years have passedHow long will this keep and the nightmares lastSitting in my living room, another strange feelingI think I’m hearing tiny footsteps on the ceilingLooking in my mirror, the image isn’t clearI feel as if a little girl is standing at my rear andThen I awake at the blink of an eyeVoices from the attic yellin, why? What if amy wasn’t dead living in the boxBanging on the walls, rattling the locksFeeding on the roaches, rodents, and filthAnd when there’s nothing left, she feeds off herselfWhy do I think in amy of this way? She was once a lovely girl running out to playMaybe it’s all a dream insane fanaticMaybe there’s no amy in the attic after allMaybe it is best to die, thinking did she really dieI’m thinking if it’s really true then how come I am telling youAnd if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim toShould I walk the terror stairs, and savior all myTerror fears, noMr. piser, I think you should come up hereAmy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstaticMaybe it is best to die, thinking did she really dieI’m thinking if it’s really true then how come I am telling youAnd if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim toShould I walk the terror stairs, and savior all myTerror fears, noAmy isn’t dead...Amy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstaticBarrels to my nugget semi glock automaticShould I pull the trigger, would this break the chainsThat keeps amy locked in my brainNo, I must be starting to pray that I won’tI pray it’s just a figment, to see this carry on too longAmy isn’t dead, I never knew an amyI was just a boy, how can you blame me? Maybe that’s okay, but she’s tapping at the wallsI see a darling little girl is floating down the hallSlowly coming toward me, her arms are spreading wideOpens up her mouth to show the maggots insideCrying, whining, rotting is the feelingTiny drips of blood crowning from the ceilingLanding on my head, I’m psycho-sick I’ve finally had itAmy, know I’m coming to the attic!!!!Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really dieI’m thinking if it’s really true then how come I am telling youAnd if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim toShould I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, yesMr. piser, I think you should come up hereAmy’s in the attic and my brain has gone ecstaticMaybe it is best to die, thinking did she really dieI’m thinking if it’s really true then how come I am telling youAnd if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim toShould I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, no