When I was young, younger than now, I went to school like always.
We took our bags, we took a trip to Freddy's Pizzeria.
There was a sign, no frowns allowed. We passed through glowing doorways.
The air was filled with not a care in our world, then I saw ya.
The janitor said come with me, got something cool to show ya.
I followed him into the back, where costumes lined the walls.

There were three others there, and we sat there and stared.
The janitor took away our contented looks.
He stuffed and he pushed us into wire-framed suits.
He ran from the lot, while he left us to rot.

Camera 1 and 2 and 3. I swear to God, they're after me.
I see their faces on the screen, but nowhere they are to be seen.
Lock the door and keep it shut, don't let them in no matter what.
No power left, an empty cup. Don't let those doors open up.

For years, we rotted in these shells, our souls never ascending.
Our fragile bones had fused with steel and wires, never ending.
The others have long since forgot their roots in mortality.
I still hold tight what's left of what once was my reality.

I sit and I wait, for a change of my fate.
But the longer we stay, brings longer dismay.
And now we are here, after 30 odd years.
We cry underneath rows of plaster framed teeth.

Camera 1 and 2 and 3. I swear to God, they're after me.
I see their faces on the screen, but nowhere they are to be seen.
Lock the door and keep it shut, don't let them in no matter what.
No power left, an empty cup. Don't let those doors open up.

But I must admit, that it is you Mr. Schmidt,
that brings back the pain that has kept us detained.
I think of that day, where my life was stripped away.
The janitor, he looks like you to me.

Camera 1 and 2 and 3. I swear to God, they're after me.
I see their faces on the screen, but nowhere they are to be seen.
I'm the one who took your lives, but it seems that you never died.
I took this job to pay the bills, but this job might just get me killed.