Mystic Key...

There was an old building the haunted called home,
In the basement were dead souls and broken bones,
This place was in a cornfield on the side of a road,
In daylight, a wooden grave, at night a ghost would roam

Jingle jangle, the keys would rattle
But, only one key would matter
As the torch rolled the ground
He searched for who was around
Jingle jangle
Jingle jangle
The mystic key nobody found

As the wind blew window shades, with every crack he played his games
The stories were whispered with every passing car, all along the dark highway
Apparently he had old grey heavy boots, that when he'd walk he left blood stains
Children tried to enter in the holidays, but rumours are, they were greeted with a "go away..."

Jingle jangle, the keys would rattle
But, only one key would matter
As the torch rolled the ground
He searched for who was around
Jingle jangle
Jingle jangle
The mystic key nobody found

On the porch stood a swing that would sway back and forth
Within the grounds, eyes of a demon was an unsettled horse
Laid in the garden was a shed with rusty tools but a clean saw
Written on the walls were the devil's words, let the blood pour

A chimney of white smoke at night, but not a human in blazing sight
Missing people all around, but still can't find that wandering torch light
Maybe this ghost isn't meant to be found, without the key, doors are locked tight
Still, while the moon disappears behind the clouds, nothing feels right
Nothing feels right
I still hear the sounds of children's cries, maybe I'm going to be his next human find...

Jingle jangle, the keys would rattle
But, only one key would matter
As the torch rolled the ground
He searched for who was around
Jingle jangle
Jingle jangle
The mystic key nobody found...