Phasmophobia

(Andrew Shipp)

Lyrics about an encounter with a Spirit/Ghost

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Was that your hand 
Upon my shoulder 
Tell me it was
Or
We got a guest 
A cold spot
In the room 
Tells me that 
We’re not alone 

Do you believe 
Or is it
A trick of the mind 

Doors slamming shut 
Lights flicker 
You’re routed to the spot 
And your hearts beating 
Quicker, Quicker, Quicker

A dark presence 
In the room 
Sends a chill
Down your spine 
Sweat drips into your eyes 
You try to leave 
But there’s nowhere to run

Do you believe 
Or is it 
A trick of the mind 

Doors slamming shut 
Lights flicker 
You’re routed to the spot 
And your hearts beating 
Quicker, Quicker, Quicker

A stale stench 
In the air
Cold breath 
In your ear 
It whispers 
Begone, Begone, Begone 
Cold breath 
In your ear 
It screams 
Begone, Begone, Begone

Do you believe 
Or is it 
A trick of the mind 

Doors slamming shut 
Lights flicker 
You’re routed to the spot 
And your hearts beating 
Quicker, Quicker, Quicker

Doors slamming shut 
Lights flicker 
You’re routed to the spot 
And your hearts beating 
Quicker, Quicker, Quicker

Do you believe 
Or is it 
A trick of the mind
© Andrew Shipp 2023