Fire breathing dragons sleep in my dreams,
all night they cause my screams.
I wake up in a panic, wondering what to do,
and then I see an image, an image of you.

I know I am not insane,
it's just the healing of the pain.
Bold and worthy is my heart,
for someone, maybe you, or not.

Horror, horror, horror, is living without you,
Horror, horror, horror, there's beauty of it, too.

Evil cackling from downstairs, makes me uneasy,
and the sick smell of rotting flesh, makes my stomach queasy.
You are the living, the dead and the past, the one of my blood,
and don't reach for me when you're going down in the flood.

I know I am not crazy,
my persistence is just a little lazy.
Ironic and shattered is my life,
facing every different shade of light.

Horror, horror, horror, making my days come about,
Horror, horror, horror, tearing my hopes down.