Square elephants in pink,
giant roaches that fly,
really makes you wanna think
'Am i this close to die?'

Slamming doors and running chairs,
monsters from the monitor,
really makes you run to the stairs
but you still want to see more.

Fire makes your skin chill,
and ice makes it burn,
it is all because of that pill
that has made your soul torn.

Then you want another chance,
to feel like that again tomorrow.
After you've seen the Fogo dance,
but now your soul is in sorrow.