lyrics
Verse
In the shadows of a lonely town,
A twisted mind is breaking down,
A broken boy with a fractured soul,
Living in a world he can’t control.
Behind the wig and dress, horror’s clear,
Norman Bates is drawing near,
In the silence, hear him breathe,
A psychotic mind you can't believe.
Pre-Chorus:
The voices scream inside his head,
The blood of innocence is shed,
A mother's whispers, a deadly fate,
Now it's time for you to meet…
Psycho Norman Bates!
Chorus:
Psycho Norman Bates, the killer in disguise,
With a twisted heart and hollow eyes,
He'll drag you down, into the night,
Where the terror begins and there's no escape in sight.
Psycho Norman Bates, lost his mind,
And In the dark, his mother you will find
Verse
Behind closed doors, the darkness waits,
A knife in hand, he seals your fate,
Mother’s voice, it calls him near,
And once you're close, you’ll disappear.
He smiles, but it’s all a lie,
A shattered man, who’s doomed to die,
In his mind, he’s still a child,
But now he's deadly, merciless, wild!
Pre-Chorus:
The voices scream inside his head,
The blood of innocence is shed,
A mother's whispers, a deadly fate,
Now it's time for you to meet…
Psycho Norman Bates!
Chorus:
Psycho Norman Bates, the killer in disguise,
With a twisted heart and hollow eyes,
He'll drag you down, into the night,
Where the terror begins and there's no escape in sight.
Psycho Norman Bates, lost his mind,
And In the dark, his mother you will find
Bridge:
Behind the walls, he hides the truth,
A monster born from tortured youth,
The blood runs cold, the silence screams,
Norman Bates is your worst dreams!
Break the mirror, can you see?
A mother's face of insanity,
A knife in hand, his eyes are crazy—
Run, run, you're the next victim lady!
Chorus:
Psycho Norman Bates, the killer in disguise,
With a twisted heart and hollow eyes,
He'll drag you down, into the night,
Where the terror begins and there's no escape in sight.
Psycho Norman Bates, lost his mind,
And In the dark, his mother you will find
Outro:
A scream in the night, a body in the shower,
Norman Bates coming and he will devour
In the house, beneath the moon—
He waits for you, to meet your doom...
Bates is watching you through a peep hole...
Looking at you naked in the motel room....
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