[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.