Insane Clown Posse - Amy's In The Attic Lyrics
Mr. piser, I think you should come up hereAmys in the attic and brain has gone ecstaticNot another day of all the suffering and pain I was just a little boy ever so naiveAmy was my best friend, I never want to hurt herI never wanna ever wanna think about her murderOn the playground, I chase her down the slideI chase her cross the monkey bars and she would run and hideJinglin and tumbling, I pushed her off the sledAmy coincidently hit her headDumbling inside my brain, down came the wadeAmy isnt answering, who would get the blame?Amy isnt laughing, amy isnt cryingAmy isnt really breathing, God I think shes dyingSuddenly, the air is cold I must get her insideEven though she died, amy has to hideNobody must ever know that I made amy sickLock her up forever in the atticMaybe it is best to die, thinking did she really dieIm thinking if its really true then how come I am telling youAnd if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim toShould I walk the terror stairs, and savior all myTerror fears, noMr. piser, I think you should come up hereAmys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstaticEvery day I suffer but eleven years have passedHow long will this keep and the nightmares lastSitting in my living room, another strange feelingI think Im hearing tiny footsteps on the ceilingLooking in my mirror, the image isnt clearI feel as if a little girl is standing at my rear andThen I awake at the blink of an eyeVoices from the attic yellin, why?What if amy wasnt dead living in the boxBanging on the walls, rattling the locksFeeding on the roaches, rodents, and filthAnd when theres nothing left, she feeds off herselfWhy do I think in amy of this way?She was once a lovely girl running out to playMaybe its all a dream insane fanaticMaybe theres no amy in the attic after allMaybe it is best to die, thinking did she really dieIm thinking if its really true then how come I am telling youAnd if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim toShould I walk the terror stairs, and savior all myTerror fears, noMr. piser, I think you should come up hereAmys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstaticMaybe it is best to die, thinking did she really dieIm thinking if its really true then how come I am telling youAnd if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim toShould I walk the terror stairs, and savior all myTerror fears, noAmy isnt dead...Amys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstaticBarrels to my nugget semi glock automaticShould I pull the trigger, would this break the chainsThat keeps amy locked in my brainNo, I must be starting to pray that I wontI pray its just a figment, to see this carry on too longAmy isnt dead, I never knew an amyI was just a boy, how can you blame me?Maybe thats okay, but shes tapping at the wallsI see a darling little girl is floating down the hallSlowly coming toward me, her arms are spreading wideOpens up her mouth to show the maggots insideCrying, whining, rotting is the feelingTiny drips of blood crowning from the ceilingLanding on my head, Im psycho-sick Ive finally had itAmy, know Im coming to the attic!!!!Maybe it is best to die, thinking did she really dieIm thinking if its really true then how come I am telling youAnd if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim toShould I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, yesMr. piser, I think you should come up hereAmys in the attic and my brain has gone ecstaticMaybe it is best to die, thinking did she really dieIm thinking if its really true then how come I am telling youAnd if I really meant to do it, should I be a victim toShould I walk the terror stairs, and savior all my terror fears, no
