Текстове на песни: Bad Co. Project. Sucker Stories. 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
I?m cold and my jaws are tight
with lids opened wide my room has become a jail
in this neverending night, it?s so dead outside

[Chorus:]
You know it?s a HORROR SHOW
I can?t let go, it?s a HORROR SHOW

My body?s so tired I lost all control of it
my mind though is fully awake
I?ve got to move, too cranked up that I can?t sit
my limbs begin to shake and there is no break

Another one?s fine, it?s an opportunity
and I just can?t let go...
It knocks on the door, my heart?s pounding heavily
I?m trapped in this HORROR SHOW