Open up on Mandy and Mike, a couple of newlyweds
New home owners, but no champagne, so they drank juice instead
So we know that Mike's perception wasn't drunk and erratic
When he went and got a jacket from the trunk in the attic
The drastic snow fall had arrived unexpectedly
Mandy's body temperature was dropping exponentially
But all of a sudden, he felt a shiver, made him shudder
Couldn't grab on to the substance like his quiver's made of butter
Then the boxes full of shit that they had yet to unpack
Started to rattle, Mike was adamant, he knew this was whack
He couldn't explain it
All the boxes were in different positions than he knew he had arranged it
Mike was never someone to believe in the occult
But he turned and saw a figure, hit him hard like assault

I feel a presence coming
But I am seeing nothing
I know I'm feeling something
We better get to gunning
Why'd it pick me like the strings a guitarist is strumming?
That a swift breeze? Check the window cause my heart is drumming
We might be running out of breaths to take
So let's get away and not hesitate

Mandy heard Mike booking, met him at the foot of the stairs
From his look, he was scared
This was the first time she had ever seen him so frantic he grabbed her by the arm and tried to leave in a panic
But she shook herself free
Told her husband: "Mike please, can you tell me what's got you all up in such a frenzy?"
Mike looked at his lover grabbed her by both of her hands
Then they heard the doors of cupboards that they knew were unmanned
Mandy went to check it out
Mike was fucking freaking now
But he followed her because he knew her safety was in doubt
The cupboards getting louder
Photographs were on the counter of the couple but they were taken before they even encountered
Mike looked to his wife, saw pristine tears
She hadn't seen these photographs in sixteen years
It was the day that her father died holding her by the hand
Then suddenly Mandy collapsed, she lost her will to stand
Mike screamed and we never heard of either of them again

I feel a presence coming
But I am seeing nothing
I know I'm feeling something
We better get to gunning
Why'd it pick me like the strings a guitarist is strumming?
That a swift breeze? Check the window cause my heart is drumming
We might be running out of breaths to take
So let's get away and not hesitate