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Fright The Mask

Soulless innocence catcher Pure evil slitting shadow With eyes blacker than the night Unrepentant homicides Done with a butcher knife Behind this mask

, Not a second did you falter. There's no doubt about it, You did it! I must have aged a year tonight. At times I thought I'd die of fright. Never

stop drop and roll when a nigga like me be gunnin Wanna live to see tomorrow? Better calm down your woman And that shit in that plastic bag better be all hundreds When my mask

Masquerade, masquerade Grab your mask and don't be late Get out, get out Well disguised heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store

- you can't move around And died misery in your fright SPASMOPARALYTIC DREAMS Shivering fit - agony - grinding flesh in your hand Nightmare masks of

on their fright The land she had conquered laid empty and cold Exhausted with grief their souls were sold She ripped her mask of glimmering goodness

Masquerade, masquerade Grab your mask and don't be late Get out, get out well disguised Heat and fever in the air tonight Meet the others at the store

naitives before colonization. They had dreams, they were proud. But from another sea came a different people with (what the naitives thought they were) "masks of gods", and suddenly they knew fright

One by one they' re falling in the maze Blinded by illusions No one realised freedom meant suicide Now they' re creeping in the dark depth of fright