The Face Of Death

The face of death is my best friend

He lurks behind my favorite vent

And though we meet we never speak

I've got a feeling he's unique

He looks so crushed but he's alright

He eat his food

He sleeps at night

His leather jacket's quite like mine

I'm we two would get on fine

But some someday I'll make him mine

I'll wear your face

I'll come to tea

My place or yours

And then you'll see

It's like walking through a mirror

He tried to hard

It never came to anything

They burn his name

They threw him out

Cause he was wrong

And left him trapped inside this song