Another door, another question I'm going 'round in circles, wond'ring when I'll reach the end I'm losing the sense of where I am The hallways got longer and all the walls have turned red I’ve come to, 900, hands covered in sores Now there are only, 100 of these spine-chilling doors But I just can’t imagine what could be at the end and I am hoping, it’s all worth it to my little friend Spooky, what is it that you’re hiding from me?