Caught In the Creepshow
It started so savage...at such a very young age
No armor of anger to protect me from pain
Photographic...taking naked pictures of my nightmare paranoia
Can you see through souls just like a dark destroyer?
One thousand creeps in my closet all waiting impatiently for the lights to go low
Soon they come out to play
Silently I scream still nobody hears
Never ending were the nights like slow motion suicide...ghouls gather in glee
Time is moving way too slow
I'm caught in the creepshow
Time ticks and tocks...friends and foes pass away
Restless are the riders...like pieces of a puzzle...red eyed and rearranged
Disturbed and deranged salivating wolves all wait at wishing wells
All promising Heaven and paying me with Hell
Stuck in a spell...down in the slums on the south side of spiritual
I ran like a rat inside the rattlesnakes ritual
This heat turns habitual
I wake to wickedness saturated in sweat
I see a gathering of ghosts and lose my last breath
Shadow slaves all smile because nothing is new
No way to escape...nowhere to go
I'm caught in the creepshow
Through iron and ice and a life of isolation...true love and trust are like alien aces
Jokers keep chasing as I'm still playing the part
Soon fear looses its fire...I turn and tear them apart
Those tear drops of terror keep me alive and awake
Like fuel to an engine fueled by evil and hate
I soon crush the cage and snap the shackles and chains
Now the victim is the victor
This poor slob of a soul now gets paid and the tables have turned
I ride high on revenge and the green light says go
Like clockwork in the chaos I'm caught in the creepshow
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