(Verse 1) Your heart pounds like a drum in your chest, Shadows creeping, no chance for rest. Figures blurred, no human face, But those eyes—they haunt this place. The campfire’s dead, silence screams, Was it real or just your dreams? (Chorus) Hairs on end, the nightmare won’t bend. Desperation and death, your only friends. You’re trapped in a maze where terror won’t cease, But is it real, or a twisted release? (Verse 2) You stumble through the twisted wood, The smell of blood where no one stood. Your friends are gone, just whispers now, Cold hands brush against your brow. A broken tent, a shattered knife, Did you take their final life? (Chorus) Hairs on end, the nightmare won’t bend. Desperation and death, your only friends. You’re trapped in a maze where terror won’t cease, But is it real, or a twisted release? (Verse 3) The wind is howling, calling your name, A sickened game you cannot tame. Each face you see fades from the light, Sinking deeper into the night. Footprints form where no one stands, Bloody fingers, reaching hands. A scream erupts—it’s your own voice, Are you the monster, or the victim’s choice? (Chorus) Hairs on end, the nightmare won’t bend. Desperation and death, your only friends. You’re trapped in a maze where terror won’t cease, But is it real, or a twisted release? (Verse 4) You trace back steps that make no sense, A twisted loop, a consequence. Each friend you saw now lost to red, Did you kill them, are they dead? The forest bends, reality frays, A nightmare road, endless days. (Chorus) Hairs on end, the nightmare won’t bend. Desperation and death, your only friends. You’re trapped in a maze where terror won’t cease, But is it real, or a twisted release? (Verse 5) Flashes of light as sirens wail, Your mind is broken, your senses frail. Bound in darkness, walls too tight, The camping trip now out of sight. You wake in chains, white walls around, No forest here, just padded ground. A doctor speaks, “It’s all in your head,” But those eyes… they’re far from dead. (Chorus) Hairs on end, the nightmare won’t bend. Desperation and death, your only friends. You’re trapped in a maze where terror won’t cease, But is it real, or a twisted release? (Outro) Eyes snap open, bound in tight, A straight jacket holds you through the night. Was it real, or a maddened dream? Is the monster outside—or locked within the scream?
