...come play with us... forever and ever...

The floorboards whisper where the light won't go

A secret that the previous owners know

You hear the humming in the heating vent

A lullaby from where the sunlight went

You tell yourself it's just the house that settles...

So you check the locks, you check the phone

But you're already chilled right to the bone

'Cause all you hear... beneath the static hum...

IS THEM. CALLING.

WE LIVE IN THE WALLS AND UNDER THE STAIRS

WE BRUSH YOUR HAIR WHEN YOU'RE UNAWARES

YOUR HOUSE IS OUR HOUSE, YOUR BED IS OUR BED

SOON YOU WILL JOIN US, ALREADY DEAD

OH, TRICK OR TREAT...

You stack the furniture against the door

But we slide underneath across the floor

A shadow in the corner of your eye

A whispered question in a baby's cry

"Can we come out now? The game's no fun..."

"...when we can't see anyone..."

You can scream for help, you can plead and shout

But the neighbors can't hear, they've all blacked out

And all you'll be... is a brand new friend...

AT THE END!

WE LIVE IN THE WALLS AND UNDER THE STAIRS

WE BRUSH YOUR HAIR WHEN YOU'RE UNAWARES

YOUR HOUSE IS OUR HOUSE, YOUR BED IS OUR BED

SOON YOU WILL JOIN US, ALREADY DEAD

OH, TRICK OR TREAT...

You're hiding. That's my favorite part. But the hiding's almost over.

Now comes the part where we all play together.

WE LIVE IN THE WALLS... AND UNDER... THE STAIRS...

WE BRUSH YOUR HAIR... WHEN YOU'RE...

...YOU ARE OUR HOUSE... YOU ARE OUR BED...

...WELCOME TO BEING... ALREADY DEAD...

We're so glad you're home.