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
a 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 then a light
and I'm surviving 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 Foxy come get a bite
Cause I'm surviving five nights!
Said:
"You're not Foxy."