Picture Of Shadow

Once a painter drew my face
Almost put me in a grave
He was old, out of his mind
craziness that made him blind 

He must have read between the lines
He was a man with great disguise
He fixed a stare into my eyes
Oh he's the one saw through my lies 

Where is my face? 

Oh, pictures of a shadow 

What I have seen will make your man
It is not what I have done
I don't believe in you I'm not afraid
It [bad word] back but yet in spades 

My eyes have stopped but can't forget
The memories mad today of men
The words are written here in black
Now there is no turning back 

If evil had a face tonight
Be sure my dear it would be mine
If evil had a place to walk [bad word] would arise and leave you blind
If evil had a face tonight
Be sure my dear it would be mine
If evil had a place to walk [bad word] would arise and leave you blind