Faces of Death

Face of death looks you right in the eye
 And you can't stand the sight of him
 You try not to look
 But you feel a cold stare
 And now you know why his name is Grim
 You turn and run as fast as you can
 You will be caught why put up a fight
 Your number is chosen it's your turn to die
 Feeble pleas in the still of the night
 Pressure building
 Thoughts of killing
 Finding something
 To push you over the edge
 While you're sleeping
 Evil creeping
 Now you're weeping
 Head's in a vice
 First you're mad, then you're glad
 Think you're bad
 Because you ended a life
 Nervous twitching
 Feel an itching to pick up
 The sledge hammer
 Face of death looks you right in the eye
 And you can't stand the sight of him
 You try not to look
 But you feel a cold stare
 And now you know why his name is Grim
 You turn and run as fast as you can
 You will be caught why put up a fight
 Your number is chosen it's your turn to die
 Feeble pleas in the still of the night