My Ghostface Art!

come out, come out
I know where you are
the pounding's so loud
from the beat of your heart

I can feel it getting closer
breathing heavy on my shoulder
and I'm trying to fake it
but there's no way to escape it

I want your violence, your silent sedation
your moon eyes, your telescope,
morbid fixation

I want your zeroes, your polluted marrow
the sweat on your palms
and your surveillance shadow

It's driving me insane
although you try to fight
dragged from the silence where you hide
'til you scream

baby hotline
please hold me close to you
baby flatline
still time to do it too

in the morning
I'll love the mangled bits of you
I'll love you when your lips turn
cornflower blue

you're one microscopic cog
in his catastrophic plan
designed and directed
by his red right hand

there's a man with no life in his eyes
there's a man with no life in his eyes...

my favourite stranger
stands where I stand
leaves crime in my wake
and blood on my hands

so far away from everything
no silver screens or movie scenes
when your number's up
it's time to scream

gotta be as quiet as a mouse
or else you'll call the police
and I'll get done for something stupid like
disturbance of the peace