face to facenhour to hournface to face with the moment that you know you can't hidennear to earnyou cut the throatnface to face with the people that you know you can't takenand you're in itnnoh...and you're in itnnI miss somethingsnabout...me...nnthe skeleton crawlsnon the madness dependsnand the curse that's bangin'nhere in my headnnpaint the eyesnthe color of rednI'm only laughin' cause it hurtsnwhen I think about what you saidnnface to facenhour to hournface to face with the moment that you know you can't hidenand you're in itnnthe skeleton crawlsnon the madness dependsnand the curse that's bangin'nhere in my headnnface to facenhour to hournface to facenonly kill my eyesnngoodnight, mom...nnoh...I hate to crynnface to face...nhour to hour...near to ear...nbut you're in it...