Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic Do you remember how. Do you remember when... Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic Her eyes open slow while the shadows grow Veins fill with blood as gray skin hangs cold Dirty hair matted from the passage of time Spiders crawl from her mouth stirred from inside Bones Creek she's comin' back to life Broken body crisscrossed by use of a knife Breathe deep as she fights the sleep With a slow steady throb of her labored heartbeat Dust clouds around as she begins to move Eyes glowin' in the moonlight castin' gloom Pass a cracked mirror reflects her form Dread fills her heart she begins to mourn Once a young beauty who would capture the eye Now a corrupt vision that could only horrify Then a vile reminiscence plays across her mind An evil boy pushin' her to her death off a slide Tears of blood fall the vision haunts her soul With a low hiss jagged teeth and claws unfold Down the attic stairs in a blur of haste Like an evil puppet limbs movin' out of place Coldness fills the world as she passes by Death incarnate upon which vengeance lies Into a dark room light flickers on the walls He sits watchin' TV with his brain enthralled She comes behind silent as the grave Arms extend to clawed hands mostly decayed She grabs for his throat ready to shred his skin Somethin' unexpected happens as her mind does spin Her hands pass through as she feels the burn He shivers and looks back with a look of concern As if he doesn't even know that she's there She screams at his face as he blankly stares (Michelle Rapp) Have you seen the ghostly spawn Short white bones with her skin half gone Poor ghostly spawn Wouldn't it be chilly with her skin half gone