Insane Clown Posse (icp) Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Amy In The Attic Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (icp) - Amy In The Attic Lyrics

Insane Clown Posse (ICP)

 

 Amy In The Attic

 

 

 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 passed

 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