One light makes it brighter
And one light it seems small,
And the props your mother gives you
Don't scare anyone at all.
Go ask Haunters
Monsters ten feet tall.

And if you go corpsing Buckys
And you dont know where to start
Ask a Haunter with the knowledge
Cuz it's really quite an art
Call Haunters
Cuz they know it all.

When the Reaper at the entrance
Lights up and tells you where to go
But the speaker is causing feedback
And it's buzzing kind of low
Ask Haunters
They're sure to know.

Over budget and proportion
And you've got no more to spend.
Your Axworthy's flying backwards
And your fogger's doom impends

Remember: Darkness is your friend.
In the end. In the end.