by Mackenzie Cartier
The woman with no face Is stalking you She is waiting for you To make one mistake
The man with no face Is stalking you He is waiting to devour The first living soul
The woman with no face Is waiting for a meal She is waiting for you To make one mistake
The man with no face Follows you through your mirror mocking your ignorance
The woman with no face Has razor sharp teeth She is waiting for you For her stomach cries
The man with no face Is watching you Stomach empty And eyes inhuman
The woman with no face Is no longer Trapped in the mirror Breaks free and kills you.
