Redrum.

​Yo, look.

All work, no play, got the mental fraying

Typewriter tapping, hear what I’m saying?

Staring at the wall, man’s losing the plot

Isolated in the snow, let the kettle get hot.

​I’m the caretaker, yeah, I’ve got the keys

Redrum on the door, make a man’s blood freeze.

Wendy’s in the kitchen, she’s shaking, she’s stressed

While I’m talking to the ghosties, permanent guests.

​Room 237, don’t step in the space

Saw a bad B there, then she changed her face.

Now I’m moving with the mallet, or I’m moving with the axe

Tony’s in the finger, and he’s spitting all facts

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​"Heeeere’s Johnny!" — man’s through the wood

Doing up mazes, misunderstood.

Danny’s on the trike, pedaling fast

But the twins in the hallway? That’s a blast from the past.

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Whiteout in the garden.

Can’t find the exit, can’t find the pardon.

Frozen in the frame, 1921 style.

Stay at the bar, Lloyd...

It’s gonna be a long while.