Look, i dont show this to everyone
You must never tell anyone
If you go up there
show no fear don't ever run
Up those stairs if you're ready then come
And take these keys
The first unlocks the door
The second the loft hatch
The third the false wall
The fourth key is special
You'll know when you'll need it
Keep it close and use it if it glows and gets heated
Take only what you can fit in your pocket
You may need breadcrumbs
A feather
A locket
The feather is an offering to old lord Owl
The locket for the ghost that haunts and howls
The bread crumbs, well you can choose that
Use them to get back or fend off King Rat
There's really no map
It's different every visit
Stay on the wooden track
And don't listen to the spirits
-Music-
Whatever you do when you climb the stairs
Never look back, look alive and stare
into the inky black and what you'll find up there
is a light to your left
Go right instead
The glow is a trap that unware visitors
Deliver to the attic is more than a bit sinister
King Rat is in residens and must be crossed
For everyone's sake, you musn't get lost
Study the tops of the boxes and bricka brack
Bips bops, gadgets, inventions and nick nacks
Look for what's lost and take nothing else
Not jewelry or witches or mummified elves
Don't touch the old crock or the unicorns horn
Stay away from the cages
You know you've been warned
Old piles of ridiculously impossibly high
But some hold hideous mockeries of life
Beware the broken robot butler of dodgey desire
Selfaware and violent
A horrible device
And after what he did he was banished
To a tragic faith
He remains in the attic
Have you ever imagined what happens
To an intended ideas
Forgotten passions
Broken moments
Lost fragments
Unworable invetions
Lost or shattered
Nothing is perfect, nothing is worthless
Unloved dusty, rusty, dirty
Here at the top with the thing that I lost
Find a home in my attic
Locked in my loft
A world of dark wonder
Sunbeam, dust flecks
Something comes scuttling
Don't run just yet
It might be a spider made of old watches
It might be the twoheaded toad i adopted
If it's the spider, answer his riddles quick
Ignore the toad if it asks you to lick it
But if it's a beast that's made of shadows
Hide out of sight, somewhere narrow
Or fight to the death
Take two rights and a left
Avoid more surprises
Find your prize and then step
To the lock with the key
To your lost property
Unlock the black box
Bring it's content to me
Leave the locket behind for the phantoms of ghost
Throw breadcrumbs to the sky and run back to your host
I only hope Lord Owl guides you back
Or you'll never survive trapped lost in the attic
You must never tell anyone
If you go up there
show no fear don't ever run
Up those stairs if you're ready then come
And take these keys
The first unlocks the door
The second the loft hatch
The third the false wall
The fourth key is special
You'll know when you'll need it
Keep it close and use it if it glows and gets heated
Take only what you can fit in your pocket
You may need breadcrumbs
A feather
A locket
The feather is an offering to old lord Owl
The locket for the ghost that haunts and howls
The bread crumbs, well you can choose that
Use them to get back or fend off King Rat
There's really no map
It's different every visit
Stay on the wooden track
And don't listen to the spirits
-Music-
Whatever you do when you climb the stairs
Never look back, look alive and stare
into the inky black and what you'll find up there
is a light to your left
Go right instead
The glow is a trap that unware visitors
Deliver to the attic is more than a bit sinister
King Rat is in residens and must be crossed
For everyone's sake, you musn't get lost
Study the tops of the boxes and bricka brack
Bips bops, gadgets, inventions and nick nacks
Look for what's lost and take nothing else
Not jewelry or witches or mummified elves
Don't touch the old crock or the unicorns horn
Stay away from the cages
You know you've been warned
Old piles of ridiculously impossibly high
But some hold hideous mockeries of life
Beware the broken robot butler of dodgey desire
Selfaware and violent
A horrible device
And after what he did he was banished
To a tragic faith
He remains in the attic
Have you ever imagined what happens
To an intended ideas
Forgotten passions
Broken moments
Lost fragments
Unworable invetions
Lost or shattered
Nothing is perfect, nothing is worthless
Unloved dusty, rusty, dirty
Here at the top with the thing that I lost
Find a home in my attic
Locked in my loft
A world of dark wonder
Sunbeam, dust flecks
Something comes scuttling
Don't run just yet
It might be a spider made of old watches
It might be the twoheaded toad i adopted
If it's the spider, answer his riddles quick
Ignore the toad if it asks you to lick it
But if it's a beast that's made of shadows
Hide out of sight, somewhere narrow
Or fight to the death
Take two rights and a left
Avoid more surprises
Find your prize and then step
To the lock with the key
To your lost property
Unlock the black box
Bring it's content to me
Leave the locket behind for the phantoms of ghost
Throw breadcrumbs to the sky and run back to your host
I only hope Lord Owl guides you back
Or you'll never survive trapped lost in the attic