Horrorscope Paranoico
Who is that person
that gazing at me
Stands near the bed
with a needle in hand
Why are these walls
so pale and so cold
Like a reaper's touch
Like a dead man soul
I see the numbers that no one sees
I see the things that don't exist
But it's not my imagination
Not my imagination
Why did you tie me up?
When I wanted to fly
Why was the room so dark?
When I wanted to reach the light
The anxious grows
The suffer not sooth
The pictures seem hazy
Blood covers my mouth
Never forget
The scars that you made
Now it's your turn
To taste the pain
Soon the show begins
I see the numbers that no one sees
I see the things that don't exist
But not my head is wrong
Yeah, not my head is wrong
Never forget
The scars that you made
Now it's your turn
To taste the pain
