[Mark]
Something here seems foul
Something here just reeks of
Blood and suffering

Could it be these halls are echoing
Of death?
We'll see

In all my dreams I see
A maze of halls with
Bloody walls and
Countless scrawls reminding me
It's me

Don't play these games
You've lost your fright
I'm armed with more than a light
And I'm surviving five nights!

No phones, no screens
No more
Just you and me
A gun or three
And nothing else between me
And this door
You bring the fur
I'll bring the fight
Hey Foxy, come get a bite
'Cause I'm surviving five nights!