Interpret:

Pretty Maids

Album:

Planet Panic

Where are you hiding
 Now who am I fighting
 What I can't see that's what I fear
 Some kind of weirdo
 Whell thats what I'm scared off
 I feel your psychotic stare


 The face of my enemy
 Let me see
 The face of my enemy


 Under the surface
 Your purpose to hurt us
 Is spawned by fanatical fire
 Is it conceived
 By religious belief
 Or some kind of pervert desire


 Who are you
 The face of my enemy


 Someone behind you
 Beside you around you
 The neighbor next door
 Or the loner upstairs
 Rising suspection
 Devilish mission
 I know you're out there somewhere


 Your wraith is your weapon
 Your hatefully driven
 As fast as the speed of your pain
 Something compels you
 There's something that tells you
 That someone should suffer the same


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