His face turns fair as he bows in prayer
stamper and stare and tamper and tear,
He will mar and maim till you're never the same
veins twist and tangle, he exists only to mangle
a flood of fears mixed with blood and tears
Armed with hate, he's scarred by fate
He looks to the mirror as he shakes with fear
is he himself, the reflections unclear
whether man or demon, he'll wake up screamin'
