Young toughs run the arcade
Fourteen with cold leering eyes
Young Rosaline said youll have to find me there
But dont dare inside unless youre a savior"
Warning words of a drunken maid
"Are you a savior?"
Warning words of a drunken maid
"Dont go in there
Inside kids guard the black curtain
Where connected men can buy children
I couldn't see the boys behind that curtain
But I saw myself in twenty years
I saw the beast and I ran in fear
Face to face with the beast of years
Running backwards
Face to face with the beast of years
Running backwards
The skull was hairless, swollen up, inhuman
Strapped with a mask, a tiny black leather square
I couldn't see the tiny face hidden there
But the eyes were gouged
I could see the scars around the edge of the mask
Deep red scars
Face to face with the blinded beast
Running backwards
Face to face with the blinded beast
Running backwards
Face to face with the beast of years
Running backwards
Running in fear
Face to face with the blinded beast
Running backwards
Face to face with the blinded beast
Running backwards
Face to face with the blinded beast
Running backwards
Face to face with the blinded beast
Running backwards
Face to face with the blinded beast
Running backwards
Face to face with the beast of years
Running backwards
Running in fear
Face to face with the beast of years
Running backwards
Running in fear