Lyrics
Stick your fingers in the eyes of night
Rip open the belly of Death
And you'll see
What is real
Tear down the image of youth all around
Steal the dreams from their minds
And you'll be
All their lies
Can it be what you're thought to believe
It's nothing more than your mind can conceive
He's out there waiting for you
The psycho is ready to kill
Well you're a mean one a bloody bastard son
You think its all just for fun
But there's no setting sun
Can it be what you're thought to believe
It's nothing more than your mind can conceive
He's out there waiting for you
The psycho is ready to kill
One way all the time
You can seem to get it right
You never see the tunnel
Or the light
Spend a million just to say
You're hip
You got to find a way
To get the thrill of your life
Trip the light
Trip the light fantastic
Party and you'll die
Someday you will die
3am you feel that twitch again
For a walk in the park
It's getting late
Slip through the gate
The psycho jumps out from behind
Sticks his knife in your
Throat and you die
WRITERS
CRAIG STEPHEN WELLS, DAVID WAYNE CARNELL, KIRKLAND DEE ARRINGTON, KURDT YORK VANDERHOOF
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Songtrust Ave
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LyricIQ Analysis
Top Emotion
Sadness
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Theme
Abuse and Violence
