

It had a screaming man's face
Hanging high
for all to see its place
Death has come for their soul
And this one
will take its toll
A definite sense of torture
It waits for your infinite future
A definite sense of torture
Growing in our life like a cancerous tumor (ahh-haaa)
He once was alive
Without grace he did not survive
Prepared for this dastardly task
Hiding behind
a funeral mask
A definite sense of torture Growing in our life like a cancerous
tumor
He once was alive
Without grace he did not survive
(no grace)