Insane Clown Posse - Amy's In The Attic lyrics

Mr. piser, i think you should come up here Amy's in the attic and brain has gone ecstatic Not another day of all the suffering and pain i was just a little boy ever so naive Amy was my best friend, i never want to hurt her I never wanna ever wanna think about her murder On the playground, i chase her down the slide I chase her cross the monkey bars and she would run and hide Jinglin and tumbling, i pushed her off the sled Amy coincidently hit her head Dumbling inside my brain, down came the wade Amy isn't answering, who would get the blame? Amy isn't laughing, amy isn't crying Amy isn't really breathing, god i think she's dying Suddenly, the air is cold i must get her inside Even though she died, amy has to hide Nobody must ever know that i made amy sick Lock her up forever in the attic Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die I'm thinking if it's really true then how come i am telling you And if i really meant to do it, should i be a victim to Should i walk the terror stairs, and savior all my Terror fears, no Mr. piser, i think you should come up here Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic Every day i suffer but eleven years have pa**ed How long will this keep and the nightmares last Sitting in my living room, another strange feeling I think i'm hearing tiny footsteps on the ceiling Looking in my mirror, the image isn't clear I feel as if a little girl is standing at my rear and Then i awake at the blink of an eye Voices from the attic yellin, "why?" What if amy wasn't dead living in the box Banging on the walls, rattling the locks Feeding on the roaches, rodents, and filth And when there's nothing left, she feeds off herself Why do i think in amy of this way? She was once a lovely girl running out to play Maybe it's all a dream insane fanatic Maybe there's no amy in the attic after all Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die I'm thinking if it's really true then how come i am telling you And if i really meant to do it, should i be a victim to Should i walk the terror stairs, and savior all my Terror fears, no Mr. piser, i think you should come up here Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die I'm thinking if it's really true then how come i am telling you And if i really meant to do it, should i be a victim to Should i walk the terror stairs, and savior all my Terror fears, no Amy isn't dead... Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic Barrels to my nugget semi glock automatic Should i pull the trigger, would this break the chains That keeps amy locked in my brain No, i must be starting to pray that i won't I pray it's just a figment, to see this carry on too long Amy isn't dead, i never knew an amy I was just a boy, how can you blame me? Maybe that's okay, but she's tapping at the walls I see a darling little girl is floating down the hall Slowly coming toward me, her arms are spreading wide Opens up her mouth to show the maggots inside Crying, whining, rotting is the feeling Tiny drips of blood crowning from the ceiling Landing on my head, i'm psycho-sick i've finally had it Amy, know i'm coming to the attic!!!! Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die I'm thinking if it's really true then how come i am telling you And if i really meant to do it, should i be a victim to Should i walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, yes Mr. piser, i think you should come up here Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really die I'm thinking if it's really true then how come i am telling you And if i really meant to do it, should i be a victim to Should i walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, no