There's this man who walks around town.
His identity never was found.
He Carrie's with him his shame.
But nobody knows his name.
The faceless man, walks with a limp and a cane.
Dressed all in black, without a name.
His past nobody knew of,
Pain without any love.
He carries forth his identity, which was not enough.
The faceless man that became a beast.
A hungered pain that became his feast.
This faceless man, without a name.
He walks the street, his identity was his pain.
The faceless man without a name.
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