When you come home go to your room
Open your toybox and get out a tool
Something you can use
All night long you scour the streets
Breaking glass and slicing your feet
Wasting the hours away
And there’s a new mask of death, blank-eyed and red
New mask of death spits “dead… dead…”
When you come home, tell me the truth
What sort of lies did they tell you at school?
Will they turn you into a monster too?
When you come home go right up to bed
Close your eyes and open your head
Dreams live on, just not in here
Cause there’s a new mask of death, blank-eyed and red
New mask of death spits “dead… dead…”