lyrics:

Sixty-four bits of a digital nightmare fuel

New faces in the hallway breaking every single rule

The music box is winding while the shadows start to creep

No rest for the night guard when the metal doesn't sleep

I'm staring at the monitor the static starts to blur

Is that a silhouette or just a phantom in a stir?

Got a Freddy head mask just to blend in with the crew

But the puppet in the corner's got a different point of view

Check the vent to the left check the vent to the right

I'm burning through the battery to make it through the night

Old models in the back with the wires hanging loose

They’re looking for a victim and they’re looking for a use

Welcome back to the party where the lights never fade

In the grand re-opening where the monsters were made

Keep the music box spinning don't you let the chime stop

Or the prize in the center’s gonna blow the whole top

Yeah the plastic is shiny but the spirit is cold

In the new and improved where the secrets unfold

Toy Bonnie’s at the window with those emerald eyes

Chica’s in the hallway bringing death as a surprise

Mangle’s on the ceiling with a static-filled hiss

One wrong move and it’s a metallic kiss

I’m flipping through the cameras trying to track every soul

But the flashlight is flickering and losing all control

Balloon Boy's laughing while he steals all my power

Counting down the seconds to the final golden hour

The endoskeleton is wandering without a frame

This isn't just a job it’s a lethal kind of game

They say the place is safer than the one that came before

But I’m staring at a killer standing right outside my door

Welcome back to the party where the lights never fade

In the grand re-opening where the monsters were made

Keep the music box spinning don't you let the chime stop

Or the prize in the center’s gonna blow the whole top

Yeah the plastic is shiny but the spirit is cold

In the new and improved where the secrets unfold

Five nights of static five nights of dread

Voices of the children echoing inside my head

From the Prize Corner depths to the Parts and Service floor

I can’t remember why I ever walked through that door

Jerome’s on the paycheck but the blood is on the tile

Hidden in the circuit of a plastic animatronic smile

Welcome back to the party where the lights never fade

In the grand re-opening where the monsters were made

Keep the music box spinning don't you let the chime stop

Or the prize in the center’s gonna blow the whole top

Yeah the plastic is shiny but the spirit is cold

In the new and improved where the secrets unfold

Six AM is ringing but the bells sound like a lie

I survived the week but I’m still asking myself why

Pack the boxes up and put the masks upon the shelf

Until the next poor soul has to face it for himself

Just a check in the pocket and a shadow on the wall

In the grand re-opening that’s destined for a fall

My new FNAF 2 song