I the Mighty - 111 Winchester lyrics

I’m feeling up tonight for something dangerous I know of a place up north where no one ever goes I’m picking you up in ten, so raid the cabinets We’ll top the liquor off, they’ll never notice So call your girl and bring her friends Break the lock, the fun begins Here the party never ends Long as we breathe oxygen Turn it up a little louder, ’cause no one is around here This creepy little place is ours for now How’d my drink fall off the counter? Oh, tell me does it feel a little colder? What’s that writing on the mirror? Couldn’t read it any clearer Somebody wants us all out of this house I’m not sure that we’re alone here Oh baby, could you stand a little closer? Followed a staircase but it led me nowhere They disappeared into the center of a wall I found the doorway that leads to the cellar But only after a thirty foot fall Not sure where this hallway ends Or my sanity begins Where the hell are all my friends? There were six when we walked in Something’s crawling in the attic I think I’m going manic The shadow on the wall is not from me One more shot before I panic Oh, none of this is getting any clearer I hear you calling from the bedroom I swear I’ll come and get you As soon as I remember how to breathe There’s no method to the madness Oh where is my reflection in this mirror? Frozen, I’m all alone and something calls me to the study I heard in my head, “Third book on the left” And I find matches and a locket just for me Frozen, I’m all alone and something calls me to the study I heard in my head, “Third book on the left” And I find matches and a locket just for me Something’s crawling in the attic I think I’m going manic The shadow on the wall is closing in Just when I begin to panic Somehow I know the person in this locket I hear you calling from the bedroom But I don’t care to find you Not sure we’ll never see outside again There’s a method to the madness And I’ve still got these matches in my pocket I don’t feel like myself Right now there is someone else Telling me: “Behind the shelf, there is gasoline” And I don’t feel like myself I don’t feel like myself I don’t feel a thing I don’t feel like myself Right now there is someone else Telling me to: “Pour it out, over everything” And I don’t feel like myself I don’t feel like myself I don’t feel a thing