What is, What is…
The face…
That you never want.
To see, To see…
From me…
Cause of how you went about your…
Endless nightmare!
Ionised in a cloud of faded gas.
Based upon performance it will never last.
For the demons knocking and the angels gone,
So from this point right here there is only wrong.
And does that sound like a place to be?
No you can count but it won’t free anybody.
What is, What is…
The face…
That you never want.
To see, To see…
From me…
Cause of how you went about your…
Endless nightmare!
Spliced from two but falling down.
The continual slipping of the crown.
A piece meant to resonate but kills,
There are so many ready to apply the chills,
Feed the beast that is deep inside.
How about another fatality ride?
What is, What is…
The face…
That you never want.
To see, To see…
From me…
Cause of how you went about your…
Endless nightmare!
Gravitas sold but its only a placebo.
All of it meant to breed an alter ego.
From the masses to which its fed.
Before too long they’ll be trapped in stead.
Treading water until they are allowed to drown.
Proof is here that such is hows its going down.
What is, What is…
The face…
That you never want.
To see, To see…
From me…
Cause of how you went about your…
Endless nightmare!
Simon A Jackson - Writer 