In the dead of night when the moon hangs low
A shadowy figure creeps oh so slow
Through the silent halls it quietly glides
With crave in its eyes where darkness resides
The ghostly thief from the fridge it steals
Under the moon's gaze its hunger reels
A phantom's touch in the dead of night
But the true culprit hides out of sight
Cold fingers grasp the food's allure
Leaving naught but fear and hunger pure
A phantom's hunger knows no bounds
In the midnight hour it's silence that resounds
The ghostly thief from the fridge it steals
Under the moon's gaze its hunger reels
A phantom's touch in the dead of night
But the true culprit hides out of sight
A phantom's touch
Out of sight
A phantom's touch in the dead of night
But the true culprit hides out of sight
A phantom's touch in the dead of night
But the true culprit hides out of sight
Creaking floorboards a haunting sound
Echoes of the phantom all around
But the truth is simple and yet untold
For it's not a ghost but a hunger bold