The Attic

• In Flames
• Sounds Of A Playground Fading

There is someone in the attic

Building a strange machine

Never really seen him

But I think he works all day

Blinded by the world outside

I stay inside

Hardly know my name

But it’s getting better by time

I saw something in the mirror

Someone’s watching me

If I hide in the attic

He will never get to me

I found some rope on the floor

I have to build a trap

So I started on my machine

I’m never to be seen