Gonna Gitcha (Remastered) -Crimson Carnival

Female theatrical rock vocal over driving industrial groove and blown-out sub bass; jagged guitars stab between sharp turntable cuts, warped synths, and haunted fairground organ, Verses feel like a taunting ringmaster’s monologue with eerie sound FX swirling; chorus explodes into a chanty, crowd-ready hook with stacked gang vocals and call‑and‑response ad‑libs, Bridge drops into a half‑time carnival-of-terrors moment before snapping back to full-speed chaos for the final hook, vocal, uptempo, deep, industrial

[Intro]
(shhh…)
You stayed in the dark too long
Popcorn cold
Credits gone
I see you cling to the edge of your seat
Sticky floor
Heartbeat

[Chorus]
C’mon
C’mon
He’s gonna gitcha
Gonna
Gonna
Gonna gitcha
Don’t look back
He’s right behind ya
Closer every time you whisper

[Verse 1]
You thought it was safe when the names all rolled
When the screen went black and the ice cream froze
But I live in the crack between frame and frame
In the hiss of the exit sign calling your name

Leanin’ on the back row
Breath on your neck
I’m the reason that your finger’s stuck on the text
“Still at the theater”
You will be
You will be

[Chorus]
C’mon
C’mon
He’s gonna gitcha
Gonna
Gonna
Gonna gitcha
Don’t look back
He’s right behind ya
Closer every time you whisper

C’mon
C’mon
He’s gonna gitcha
Gonna
Gonna
Gonna gitcha (oh!)
You can pray
You can say it’s fiction
But the dark’s got teeth and a hunger for you

[Verse 2]
You laugh it off
Say “it’s only a show”
But you flinch at the flicker in the exit glow
That shadow that shouldn’t bend that way
That handprint smeared where kids don’t play

I’m the crunch of glass when the aisle is clear
The wet little drip that you call “my fear”
Don’t check your phone
I’m in that glow
I see your thumb shake slow

[Chorus]
C’mon
C’mon
He’s gonna gitcha
Gonna
Gonna
Gonna gitcha
Seat row seven
Aisle three
Yeah
He already carved your initial in the wood

C’mon
C’mon
He’s gonna gitcha
Gonna
Gonna
Gonna gitcha (hey!)
You can run
But the doors keep breathing
And the lock loves the sound of your name

[Bridge]
[organ swells
Warped laughter swirling]
Don’t scream too loud
They might hear you
Don’t breathe too soft
I’m still near you
Don’t trust that hand on your shoulder now
That’s not your friend
That’s not your friend

[Chorus]
C’mon
C’mon
He’s gonna gitcha
Gonna
Gonna
Gonna gitcha
Last one left in the theater tonight
You paid for a scare
Now it’s time to collect

C’mon
C’mon
He’s gonna gitcha
Gonna
Gonna
Gonna gitcha (woah!)
Keep your eyes on the screen
Little sinner
If you turn around fast…
I’ll be right in your face

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[Intro] (shhh…) You stayed in the dark too long Popcorn cold Credits gone I see you cling to the edge of your seat Sticky floor Heartbeat [Chorus] C’mon C’mon He’s gonna gitcha Gonna Gonna Gonna gitcha Don’t look back He’s right behind ya Closer every time you whisper [Verse 1] You thought it was safe when the names all rolled When the screen went black and the ice cream froze But I live in the crack between frame and frame In the hiss of the exit sign calling your name Leanin’ on the back row Breath on your neck I’m the reason that your finger’s stuck on the text “Still at the theater” You will be You will be [Chorus] C’mon C’mon He’s gonna gitcha Gonna Gonna Gonna gitcha Don’t look back He’s right behind ya Closer every time you whisper C’mon C’mon He’s gonna gitcha Gonna Gonna Gonna gitcha (oh!) You can pray You can say it’s fiction But the dark’s got teeth and a hunger for you [Verse 2] You laugh it off Say “it’s only a show” But you flinch at the flicker in the exit glow That shadow that shouldn’t bend that way That handprint smeared where kids don’t play I’m the crunch of glass when the aisle is clear The wet little drip that you call “my fear” Don’t check your phone I’m in that glow I see your thumb shake slow [Chorus] C’mon C’mon He’s gonna gitcha Gonna Gonna Gonna gitcha Seat row seven Aisle three Yeah He already carved your initial in the wood C’mon C’mon He’s gonna gitcha Gonna Gonna Gonna gitcha (hey!) You can run But the doors keep breathing And the lock loves the sound of your name [Bridge] [organ swells Warped laughter swirling] Don’t scream too loud They might hear you Don’t breathe too soft I’m still near you Don’t trust that hand on your shoulder now That’s not your friend That’s not your friend [Chorus] C’mon C’mon He’s gonna gitcha Gonna Gonna Gonna gitcha Last one left in the theater tonight You paid for a scare Now it’s time to collect C’mon C’mon He’s gonna gitcha Gonna Gonna Gonna gitcha (woah!) Keep your eyes on the screen Little sinner If you turn around fast… I’ll be right in your face

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