It's all happening And it's all starting again It's all happening And it's all starting again So cover your hair in your eyes And I'm sorry I didn't notice him Standing there He's over behind the books Startling man His mouth's wide open There's no sound coming from his throat Faceless man We bow to you His speechless mouth's wide open There's no sound coming from his throat I'm playing around with dirty fingers It's getting to the point again We're all going to perish out loud That only you and I could hear The wind will blow us over Walking, radiating The wind it's creating a pitch Walking, radiating The wind it's creating a pitch Let it sing, let it sing Let it sing to you in hell Let 'em sing, let 'em sing Let 'em sing to you in hell Let it sing, let it sing Let it sing to you in hell Shadows can not hold hands Shadows can not hold hands Shadows can not hold hands Shadows can not hold hands Shadows can not hold hands