🎵 “Traitor Finds Them All”

[Verse 1] Flashlights on, game just begun, Three of us in, no place to run. Check the van, then split the hall — She finds the first cursed thing of all. Haunted Mirror? Ten seconds flat. Monkey Paw? She’s waving that. Summoning Circle, chalk still wet — We haven’t even set the cam up yet. [Pre-Chorus] We come to hunt, she comes to wreck. Pulls a card — "Wheel of Death." Brother blinks — he’s gone again, She shrugs it off with her little grin. [Chorus] She’s the traitor, finds them all, Every cursed tool in every hall. Tarot cards to Voodoo dolls — She’s not afraid to make us fall. My brother dies, it’s clockwork fate, I dodge the ghost — she calls it hate. Try to play fair? She breaks the wall — She’s the reason we lose it all. She finds them all. Cursed queen of the death roll call. [Verse 2] Ouija board? She’s spelling “run.” We just got here — she’s having fun. Lighting the circle mid ghost ID, She locks the door… then stares at me. I hear her say, “Oops, too late,” While my brother gets slammed by fate. I dodge a hunt, she rolls her eyes — Says, “Next time, catnip dies.” [Pre-Chorus] She’s not cursed — she’s calculated, Every k**l is orchestrated. We bring sanity pills and salt, She brings chaos — not her fault. (Yeah right.) [Chorus] She’s the traitor, finds them all, From summoning circle to ghostly doll. Always “accidentally” breaks the mirror, Ghost appears — I disappear. Brother’s gone? That’s standard play. Me? I live — unless I disobey. Can’t trust her when we hear the call — ‘Cause she finds them all, And watches us fall. [Bridge – Spoken word break, dramatic and mocking tone] “Don’t worry, I’ll be careful…” [snaps tarot card] “Oops. That one kills.” [laughs while the door slams shut behind you] You’re not safe from ghosts… You're not safe from her. [Breakdown – echoing, spooky layered vocals] Cards. Doll. Board. Paw. Circle. Mirror. She finds them all. She finds them all. [Final Chorus – Epic finish] She’s the traitor, don’t be fooled, Cursed item master, chaos-fueled. Phasmophobia’s got its freaks — But none more deadly than who she seeks. The ghost’s just her backup plan — Brother’s gone, I’m the last to stand. She laughs while the candles fall… Our traitor sister… Finds them all.