Face of Death - Crumbsuckers

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