Horror Show

A thin white line on the mirror in front of me
my last sleep was long ago
the pulse too fast, my eyes chasing enemies
which I neither see nor know

My nerves are so strained I feel over-sensitive
Iīm cold and my jaws are tight
with lids opened wide my room has become a jail
in this neverending night, itīs so dead outside

[Chorus:]
You know itīs a HORROR SHOW
I canīt let go, itīs a HORROR SHOW

My bodyīs so tired I lost all control of it
my mind though is fully awake
Iīve got to move, too cranked up that I canīt sit
my limbs begin to shake and there is no break

Another oneīs fine, itīs an opportunity
and I just canīt let go...
It knocks on the door, my heartīs pounding heavily
Iīm trapped in this HORROR SHOW