Death’s Visage

Shuffling steps resound

In a single file crowd

They bow to the gallows, they howl

Shuffling steps resound

In a single file crowd

They bow to the gallows, oh how shallow

Whispers, shouts

It's all blending together

Death's visage, reflective eyes

The world's always been a haven of lies

Death's visage, reflective eyes

Dolls only smile, they dance, despise

I'm tired, tired, tired

Muted cries, an early demise,

I've found a purpose, the color grey

Muted cries, an early demise,

I've found a purpose, the taste of iron.