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Stranger with no face,
The prey looms near, you don't recognize.
I'm anonymous,
As I wait and wait and wait for you
To come close.
Whoa, I am the one pressing in the shadows.
Whoa, in the alleyways, the history of nothing.
I only know the roads to assassinate, killing like the gallows.
Whoa, I am no man.
Eyes bulging,
Of puppets strangled by their strings.
You're a pawn, a domino,
To be knocked down just like those who've come before.
You know you will.
Whoa, I am the one pressing in the shadows.
Whoa, in the alleyways, the history of nothing.
I only know the roads to assassinate, killing like the gallows.
Whoa, I am no man.
Autopsy scar of a Hollywood death,
Machines of crime at the jugular vein,
Las Vegas [?], highway of blood,
With no easy way out, Hell is coming down.
Whoa, I am the one pressing in the shadows.
Whoa, in the alleyways, the history of nothing.
I only know the roads to assassinate, killing like the gallows.
Whoa, I am no man.
- Album:
- Lust for Sacrilege
- Born With A Scorpion’s Touch
- Miscellaneous
- 13 Halloweens
- The Traveling Vampire Show
- III - They Call Us Death
- Dayglo Necros
- This is Horrorpunk 2 ...the Terror Continues
- Prom Queen Massacre
- Ghouls Gone Wild
- Midnight Spookshow
- The Horror of It All, Volume Two
- I Killed Punk Rock
- III - They Call Us Death (Remastered)