Another door, another question I'm going 'round in circles, wond'ring when I'll reach the end I'm losing the sense of where I am The hallways got longer and all the walls have turned red I’ve come to, 900, hands covered in sores Now there are only, 100 of these spine-chilling doors But I just can’t imagine what could be at the end and I am hoping, it’s all worth it to my little friend Spooky, what is it that you’re hiding from me?

I feel there’s something, that’s missing don’t know what it could be I just finished opening nine hundred and three Will I survive it, until the end there’s no guarantee So many doors, so many questions My eyes are getting heavy and I just want it to end I'm losing, my grip on reality I’ve seen no one else here and now I fear I am dead

There’s just a few more doors, it won’t take many more… just one at a time You’ve got your axe in hand, everything’s gonna be fine in the end… or so she pretends Oh Spooky I’ve got a bone, to pick with you when I’m done, with your little game I open the last door… don’t know what’s in store…

The final, encounter, was so unforeseen Everything I thought, of Spooky wasn't quite what it seemed

The evidence I came across gave me just the thing To understand more, of Spooky and her sad upbringing Lost and, so lonely and so misunderstood Turns out the thing she, loved most to do had done her in good The shock of what had happened lasted year after year And so the family, did everything to make her appear

The final door, the ultimatum Surrounded by a thousand and I can’t help but give in Our mission, to change our history The people will think twice when visited by Spooky It’s Spooky