
Sally Face
Sally Face
Boy without a face,
A prosthetic emplaced
Upon son and heir to the misery
And nonchalance of he
Like a ghost you'll see me
In the pathway to the cults
Of Addison Apart
History now veiled
Killing time accused of killing more
Another lie another boring fucking chore
What's under that mask?
What's under that mask?
Sally Face
Sally Face
The meat's gone hard
Gone tough gone wrong
Where does she get it from?
Like a ghost you'll see me
In the pathway to your soul
Hunger's now a memory
For little Sally Face
Blue hair, pigtails
Tortured faces
Hunger's now a memory
Hunger's now a memory
Sally Face
Sally Face