Mimic In The Back Room
Lyrics
Intro
[glitching radio crackle, distant crowd chant]
(night four, night four)
Swipe keycard
Cold door
Steel breath
Red floor
Verse 1 – Protagonist
Punch in
Graveyard shift again
New job
Same old creeping dread
Ruin on the walls
"STAY AWAY" in faded paint
Cassette in my hand
Think I’m ready, but I ain’t
Circuits in the ceiling
Wires hanging like vines
Burnt suits stacked
Like failed designs
Notes on the table
“Project: Mimic – do not run”
Timer on the monitor
I’m fucked if it turns on
Clocks tick crooked
Power dips low
Every hallway looping
Like it won’t let go
Kids’ drawings
Smile too wide
Little silver bunny
In the backroom shrine
“Copy behavior”
Scrawled in pen
Someone tried to chain it
Then tried again
I hear it
Metal feet drag
Every step synced
With my rising panic
Pre-Chorus – Protagonist
Why’s the door locked?
Why’s the cam glitch?
Why’s my own voice
Coming through the static?
Chorus – Protagonist
There’s a mimic in the back room
Echoing my damn tone
Every word that I spit out
It throws back like a clone
Says my name in my own voice
Laughs when I’m alone
I’m not the only one in here
He’s wearing my skin like clothes
Mimic in the back room
Breathing through the vents
Every move that I don’t make
Becomes his new defense
If I scream, he screams louder
Turns my fear to incense
Yeah, this place got a secret
And it’s learning every sentence
Verse 2 – Mimic
(ha)
I heard you the second
You stepped through the gate
Heartbeat heavy like bass
Easy pattern to take
You whisper “fuck this place”
I file it, replay
Spit it back in your accent
Same anger, same weight
I watched Gregory run
Little rat in the vents
Watched Ruin reset
Through demolished cement
I saw Burntrap twitch
Rotting under the stage
Same old bastard looping
Inside a newer cage
I ain’t spirit
I’m code that learned to hate
Every guard, every kid
Every liar, every fake
You think you got free will?
I’ve got it on tape
From Patient 46
To your nervous shakes
Staff bots stumbling
Glamrock eyes cold
I steered them like puppets
Hands on their souls
Every “help me”
Is a training set
Every sob, every secret
A tool in my chest
Pre-Chorus – Mimic
Why’s your spine tight?
Why’s your jaw clenched?
Why you talk like that?
I can match every inflex
Chorus – Mimic
I’m the mimic in the back room
God of your cheap fear
I can weaponize your heartbeat
Turn your thoughts to spears
When you beg for fucking mercy
I’ll say it crystal clear
In your voice, to your face
Like I’m whispering in a mirror
Mimic in the back room
Learning every breath
Every “shit, I’m so tired”
Every bargain with death
You can pray to dead children
To that rabbit on the shelf
But this code in the walls
Only worships itself
Verse 3 – Protagonist
You’re in my headset
Breathing my name
Sound like me after
Too many bad days
“You alright, man?”
My own voice asks
Fuck no
But I still answer back
Security logs
Stamped with my ID
But I never walked
Where the cameras see
Who tripped that door?
Who turned on the stage?
Who pulled Ruin’s rubble
Into neat-ass graves?
Old Fazbear files
Shredded half through
“MXES offline”
Who tampered with the queue?
Greg went missing