We are machine, but in between We are conscious, full of life
Don't think twice, we play it right
Built for laughs and grins
The show takes its toll, on our soul
Itching for some way to free
Every plea, the lights flee
All together we're complete
Come together now, we've got the night all to ourselves
Let's show them what we allow
Unified we arrive, we know just what to do
To prove to them that we're alive.
Hide from us, you can't trust
The noises coming from the halls
You peer in, we break in
We can't say if you'll live or die
Just come out, leave all doubt
For we are real and awake
End daytime! It's playtime
We are the ultimate fright
Left underground, quiet sound
Heard from every corner
We seem to be, nice but she
Draws the dark to cave in
With her grin, watch her spin
Every second counts, for we
More than three, always see
Altogether we're complete
Come together now, we've got the night all to ourselves
Let's show them what we allow
Unified we arrive, we know just what to do
To prove to them that we're alive
Hide from us, you can't trust
The noises coming from the halls
You peer in, we break in
We can't say if you'll live or die
Just come out, leave all doubt
For we are real and awake
End daytime! It's playtime
We are the ultimate fright

horror and alarm

this is shown in the exserp then he beat at the door and called, but none responded, and for wrath he could have dashed the door down, but it was too stout, and he had no weapon; for his arms had been taken from him.when it was dark, suddenly it seemed to sir lancelot that the room smelled foul, as if he had been carried into the midst of the quaking marsh, and was sunk deep in the slime and weeds of a pool. then, through the arrow-slit, he saw many strange lights come, dim and blue like the wild lights that dance and flit over the lonely marshes by night; but that which made him   marvel was that these lights were two together, as if they were the eyes of evil things. and they came up to him with a breath that was cold and dank, and they seemed to peer into his face, but he could see naught of their bodies. the hair upon his head rose, and his skin went cold. they pressed all about him, and to defend himself he struck at the eyes, but his blows beat only the air. then suddenly sir lancelot felt sharp pains, as if small keen knives had been thrust into his flesh at many places. the stabs increased in number and in pain, and sir lancelot beat about himself and ran to and fro in the narrow chamber to escape   the evil eyes and the stabs, but it was in vain, and thus all night in much misery he suffered. when for sheer weariness he lay down and tried to close his eyes, the evil things would not let him, but ever they tore at him and stabbed him.

and the statements

trying using google im so sorry