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 than 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!