Graveyard Shift Showdown

[Intro]
[ominous bells, tape hiss, slow-build 808s]
(yeah)
Night shift
Bleach on the floor
Two empty mascots
Two locked doors

[Verse 1 – FNaF Guard]
Name tag crooked
Paycheck thin
Five nights deep
I still clock in
Cheap-ass chair
Flickering screen
I seen kids’ tears
I seen real mean

12 AM
I’m wired, scared
Phone guy droning
Says “be prepared”
Power at 80
Hands still shake
Those bears say “Hi”
They want my face

I’m the dude in the office
Still here, still watching
Useless fan spinning
Nerves all rotten
I slam that door
When the eyes glow white
You mop up soda
I mop up night

They move on their own
You twist a key
You fight steel clowns
I fight memory
Those empty suits
Got names you don’t
I live with guilt
You just… won’t

[Chorus]
This that graveyard shift showdown
Who the fuck stays when the lights go down
You swing that mop, I ride red dots
On every vent, every hall, every dead mascot
Clock ticks slow, but the blood runs fast
One more hour, hope this courage lasts
Guard versus janitor, souls on the line
You clean up bodies
I guard the sign

[Verse 2 – Willy’s Janitor]
I don’t talk
I don’t flinch
Quarter in the slot
Every sip hits
Pinball king
With a killer itch
Psycho?
Call it habit
I flip that switch

I don’t pray, bitch
I bring trash bags
Duct tape, zip ties
Heavy black mags
You hide behind
Your rusty fan
I beat a demon ostrich
With my bare hands

I scrub white tiles
Till they shine like bone
Then I paint ’em red
With whoever moans
Your monsters creep
Mine charge headfirst
You see a jump scare
I see a thirst

I pop one can
Then rip one jaw
You pop one pill
Just to face the wall
You got a chatterbox
Explaining lore
I got silence screaming
From the locked back door

[Pre-Chorus – FNaF Guard]
You ain’t seen a kid’s last party
Cake still warm when the room turns gnarly
You ain’t heard the vents breathe your name
You just swing and enjoy the pain

[Chorus]
This that graveyard shift showdown
Who the fuck stays when the lights go down
You swing that mop, I ride red dots
On every vent, every hall, every dead mascot
Clock ticks slow, but the blood runs fast
One more hour, hope this courage lasts
Guard versus janitor, souls on the line
You clean up bodies
I guard the sign

[Verse 3 – FNaF Guard]
You just punch, punch, punch till the foam leaks out
That’s cute
Try watching a camera and doubting the route
Every hallway angle
Every pixel glitch
That’s a head
That’s a mask
That’s a goddamn twitch

I ration the power
While my hands get numb
That fan spins circles
Like I might not see sun
I hear footsteps layered
In the cheap wall paint
Some are metal, some are little
Some are straight-up saints

You never had to listen
To a voice-tape lie
“Totally safe job”
While people die
I see birthday hats
In the breakroom bin
Chuck E. cheese smiles
With real dead skin

They want me stuffed
Brains on springs
Teeth all rusted
They sing, they scream
They glitch through doors
They bend the rules
You just beat up
Carnival ghouls

You fight toys on leashes
Bound to a stage
I fight bosses
Built from rage
Your crew bleeds oil
Mine bleeds youth
You’re a blunt-force psycho
I’m haunted truth

[Verse 4 – Willy’s Janitor]
You haunted?
Cute
I’m hollow inside
When something