Waking up at midnight lights flicker a bit
In the psychiatric dark hotel where shadows sit
Hallways echo whispers secrets never told
In this place of mystery reality grows cold
Room 213 holds more than just your bed
Ghosts of forgotten dreams dance in your head
Strange things residing creeping through the walls
Television static laughter calls
Stay a night or maybe for a week
In the psychiatric hotel where the lost come to seek
No sign of the exit beside the broken key
Strange things happen here no one ever free
Down the hallway someone starts to hum
A lullaby of madness darkness strums
Elevator moves floor to floor unseen
Delivering shadows to places they’ve never been
In the lounge old records start to play
Haunted melodies chase your sanity away
Mirror reflections shifting in the light
The psychiatric hotel is alive tonight
Stay a night or maybe for a week
In the psychiatric hotel where the lost come to seek
No sign of the exit beside the broken key
Strange things happen here no one ever free
Stay a night or maybe for a week
In the psychiatric hotel where the lost come to seek
No sign of the exit beside the broken key
Strange things happen here no one ever free
Down the hallway someone starts to hum
A lullaby of madness darkness strums
Elevator moves floor to floor unseen
Delivering shadows to places they’ve never been
In the lounge old records start to play
Haunted melodies chase your sanity away
Mirror reflections shifting in the light
The psychiatric hotel is alive tonight
Stay a night or maybe for a week
In the psychiatric hotel where the lost come to seek
No sign of the exit beside the broken key
Strange things happen here no one ever free