NO FACE Lyrics

Ima enter your lungs like smoke

Come back in 30 years, gonna haunt you like a ghost, you gonna choke

That's delayed retribution

Come up unexpected at your family reunion

White noise filling up the silence in your head

Keep walking like don't know that you already dead

You already made your bed

Now I'ma tuck you in with a shovel in my hand

Put you to sleep, rock-a-bye three feet deep

A shallow grave so the wolves can feed

You tried to bury the hatchet where nobody could see

But the devil you know, ain't the devil in me

I'm Son of Sam

You don't know who the hell I am

The whole point of the plot was never just revenge

I'm the man in black with a red right hand

There's no rest for the wicked

Just a grave in the sand

Call the priest cause Ima need an exorcist

I got my soul in a bottle on my necklace

Gonna sell it cause you know I'm a perfectionist

I know that murder done right costs and arm and leg

Gonna violate him

Knock out all the gold teeth, put em on my knife blade

Cut a fucking smile on him

Guess he gets the last laugh, funny how the joke's dead

That's a double punchline about life and death

Emancipated his lungs right out his chest

Now he's on his hands and knees he's out of breath

He saw the right coming, shoulda anticipated the left

Payback's a bitch, and I know her the best

Darkside, I've got the reputation on my side

I come alive under the full moon at midnight

Stole the Reaper's occupation, and I brought my own scythe

Jeepers creepers it's the 23rd and I'm all eyes

War-forged, got guts and I'm swinging a broadsword one-handed

Go berserk in this bitch and I'll take the whole hoarde

I'm positioned opposite the opposition

I don't give a fuck about the odds it won't make a difference

No Face, death dealer

No Face, No Face

Breath stealer

No Face, death dealer

No Face, No Face

Breath stealer

No Face, death dealer

No Face, No Face

Breath stealer

No Face, death dealer

No Face, No Face

Breath stealer

I feel the pressure rise, I can't deny it

The sweat is dripping down my back

This heat is violent

Take me to bed, and fuck the hell from out my mind, babe

Intoxicated, over-stimulate my blind faith

Rage is contagious in most situations

And I'm sick with it

I'm sick with it

I can feel the breathing of all my favorite demons

Yeah we get along

For the most part, we get along