Another scream in the night
Met by another gruesome sight
Skin still warm to the touch
And horror lingers in her eyes
Without a trace he's slipped away
When they agreed to sell you their bodies
I don't think that this is what they had in mind
A name without a face
No one's innocent no one's safe
Hope you're proud
Better pray to god you never get found out
In the courtyard beauty with her throat carved
By the hand of blatant disregard
Well he's back again
Every alley leads to a dead end
Morbid designs; unprecedented
The deathly quiet sculptor crafts his art with malice lust and petulance
Lacerating, ripping, rearranging to satiate the urge
Their suffering replaces yours
Tensions pulling tight
There's no resolve; no end in sight
Ascending from bloody foundations
Insurmountable peak of frustration
Senseless slaughter
Wives and daughters
End this madness
Show yourself
A name without a face
No one's innocent no one's safe
Hope you're proud
Better pray to god you never get found out
In the courtyard beauty with her throat carved
By the hand of blatant disregard
Well he's back again
Every alley leads to a dead end
Standing in front of his door step and missing the target
Helpless
Blinded by incompetence you can't see the face of death
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Another scream in the night
Met by another gruesome sight
Skin still warm to the touch
And horror lingers in her eyes
Without a trace he's slipped away
When they agreed to sell you their bodies
I don't think that this is what they had in mind
A name without a face
No one's innocent no one's safe
Hope you're proud
Better pray to god you never get found out
In the courtyard beauty with her throat carved
By the hand of blatant disregard
Well he's back again
Every alley leads to a dead end
Morbid designs; unprecedented
The deathly quiet sculptor crafts his art with malice lust and petulance
Lacerating, ripping, rearranging to satiate the urge
Their suffering replaces yours
Tensions pulling tight
There's no resolve; no end in sight
Ascending from bloody foundations
Insurmountable peak of frustration
Senseless slaughter
Wives and daughters
End this madness
Show yourself
A name without a face
No one's innocent no one's safe
Hope you're proud
Better pray to god you never get found out
In the courtyard beauty with her throat carved
By the hand of blatant disregard
Well he's back again
Every alley leads to a dead end
Standing in front of his door step and missing the target
Helpless
Blinded by incompetence you can't see the face of death
Met by another gruesome sight
Skin still warm to the touch
And horror lingers in her eyes
Without a trace he's slipped away
When they agreed to sell you their bodies
I don't think that this is what they had in mind
A name without a face
No one's innocent no one's safe
Hope you're proud
Better pray to god you never get found out
In the courtyard beauty with her throat carved
By the hand of blatant disregard
Well he's back again
Every alley leads to a dead end
Morbid designs; unprecedented
The deathly quiet sculptor crafts his art with malice lust and petulance
Lacerating, ripping, rearranging to satiate the urge
Their suffering replaces yours
Tensions pulling tight
There's no resolve; no end in sight
Ascending from bloody foundations
Insurmountable peak of frustration
Senseless slaughter
Wives and daughters
End this madness
Show yourself
A name without a face
No one's innocent no one's safe
Hope you're proud
Better pray to god you never get found out
In the courtyard beauty with her throat carved
By the hand of blatant disregard
Well he's back again
Every alley leads to a dead end
Standing in front of his door step and missing the target
Helpless
Blinded by incompetence you can't see the face of death
Writer: Mike Hammar
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid