There’s noise in the attic

Like some kind of addict

I’ve yet to move away from the phanthomatic

Screams of panic

Like Johnny before me

The world though the eyes

Of a home of crazy

And children despised

Yet the ground is moving

The world is turning

Behind I keep running

Out of breath lungs burning

There’s noise in the attic

Raccoons or mice chewing on wires

Deafening static

The house is on fire