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letra de maskmaker - alla xul elu

[intro: lee carver]
“oh look at that face!” (hahahahahahaha)
“smile! what’s the matter?” (hahahahahahaha)
“oh, how ’bout your face?” (hahahahahaha) (the mask maker)
“which one of you wanna become a mask for the mask maker?” (hahahaha)

[verse 1: billy obey]
the feeling is sensational (f-ck ’em up!)
the chainsaws all but operational (cut ’em up!)
bodies, i promise i got a bas-m-nt full
for me mutilation is recreational
the human race, i f-cking hate to call myself a part of that
so oftenly, go to graveyards like “where the party at?”
my heart is black like the bottom of the ocean, sharks laugh
you dead, should’ve read the sign that said “don’t swim”
ignorance is bliss as you drift into pieces
you finally saw god, no more pictures of jesus, sick so i need this
lost in your skin like we running a maze
i cut, cut, cut until the [fun it?] went away
never saw a line and didn’t cross it or erase it or snort it
never learn sh-t, you can blame portsmouth
f-ck respect for the dead i mutilate their corpses
collecting faces with a set of four snips (i’m gonna)

[pre-chorus]
[?] your face [?] (the maskmaker)
[?] your face [?]
[chorus]
pray he doesn’t take your face (the maskmaker)
pray he doesn’t take your face (the maskmaker)
pray he doesn’t take your face
pray he doesn’t take your face
pray he doesn’t take your face
pray he doesn’t take your face

[verse 2: lee carver]
the storefront seems closed, but i assure you that we’re open
honestly it’s not a novelty you have been chosen
have a seat, i’m so excited for your new face
let me get a couple things from inside of my suitcase
rusty blades [?] the tools of the trade
you wear them all the time and don’t you wonder where they’re made?
i don’t need paid, compensated from your pain
i’ll slap your old face around, it keeps me entertained
humanity’s the stain, sewn in every stitch
the face is forever ’cause it’s how long it exists
in the void i’d avoid sunlight for the time being
it’s flayed flesh, flesh straight from the mauxuleum
you’re never gonna see ’em again, sorry my friend
they think i’m just a novelty, you pray it’s all pretend
i make your neck bend until i hear it f-cking crack
sorry shops closed just a matter of fact ’cause i’m the mask maker
[chorus]
pray he doesn’t take your face (the maskmaker)
pray he doesn’t take your face (the maskmaker)
pray he doesn’t take your face
pray he doesn’t take your face
pray he doesn’t take your face
pray he doesn’t take your face

[verse 3: joe black]
this is my pit, this is where i find bliss
look at all the trophies and skulls my walls are lines with
looks like they’re asleep i bet they’re dreaming of violence
faces stare eyeless while screaming in silence
first k!ll while seventeen, now i’m over seventy
i was never caught, so they talk of eddie gein instead of me (f-ck him)
[?] homes, check my pedigree
take the face and leave the body in a hole, allegedly
before you die you’ll meet my friends, it’s imperative
this guy is benjamin, i pretended he’s my therapist
that’s why i did him in, ’cause he didn’t care a bit
turned him to a leather chair, and now that’s where i sit
some try to run, others cry as they pray
i look ’em right in the eyes as they start to fade away
no gods, no ghosts, nope, there’s no saving grace
i might wear your face and read some poe on a rainy day
[outro: joe black]
and the dead covered in your blood [?]
you wished it was [?]
even demons deserve their own
heartland of the heartless
where darkness learns to love
h-ll, everyone, everyone in h-ll loves
non conscious, are you godless?
regardless, welcome home
(the maskmaker)

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