Из альбома: The Fine Art Of Murder
[Music: Rios, Fasciana; lyrics: Hoffmann]
No wake, from this sleep
Still see, the empty gaze
Still see, the faceless teeth
Rictus surreal
Locked in unfettered embrace
How is this so real
Why now, the grin still says
Rictus surreal
Horror explodes filling the soul
No betrayal of face contorted it stays
Can't I take the eyes, staring at nothing
Don't view the grin, denied a shutting
Rictus surreal, rictus surreal
Holding on to what's left
Ecstacy or grimace
Ending life with no fear
Struggle unclear
To attack your own end
Triumphant grin you endured
Maybe nothing may only be
Just nerves
Holding on to what's left
Ecstacy or grimace
Ending life with no fear
Struggle unclear
To attack your own end
Triumphant grin you endured
Maybe nothing may only be
Just nerves
No wake, from this sleep
Still see, the empty gaze
Still see, the faceless teeth
Rictus surreal
Locked in unfettered embrace
How is this so real
Why now, the grin still says
Rictus surreal [3x]
Holding on to what's left
Ecstacy or grimace
Ending life with no fear
Struggle unclear
To attack your own end
Triumphant grin you endured
Maybe nothing may only be
Just nerves
Rictus surreal