Amy's In The Attic Lyrics - The Terror Wheel - Insane Clown Posse

Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here 

I think you should come up here 

Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here 

I think you should come up here 

(Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic) 

Yet another day of all the suffering it gave 

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 

Jumbling inside my brain, down came the rain 

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's best they buy it, 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 too 

Should I walk the terror stairs 

And see if all my terror fairs, no 

Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here 

Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic 

I think you should come up here 

Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here 

I think you should come up here 

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 

Then I awake at the blink of an eye 

Voices from the attic yelling, 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 of Amy in 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's best they buy it, 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 too 

Should I walk the terror stairs 

And see if all my terror fairs, no 

Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here 

Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic 

I think you should come up here 

Mr. Piser, I think you should come up here 

Amy's in the attic and my brain has gone ecstatic 

I think you should come up here 

Maybe it's best they buy it, 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 too 

Should I walk the terror stairs 

And see if all my terror fairs 

Amy isn't dead... 

Maybe it's best they buy it, 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 too 

Should I walk the terror stairs 

And see if all my terror fairs 

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'm wrong 

I pray it's just a fantasy that carried 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!