The Face of Death

The face of death is my best friend

He lurks behind my favorite bend

And though we meet, we never speak

I've got a feeling he's unique



He looks so crushed, but he's alright

He eats his food, he sleeps at night

His leather jacket's quite like mine

I'm sure we two would get on fine



But some day I'll make him mine

I'll wear your face, I'll come to tea

My place or yours and then you'll see

It's like walking through a mirror



He tried too hard, it never came

To anything, they burned his name

They threw him out 'cause he was wrong

And left him trapped inside this song