PICTURE OF A SHADOW

Once a painter drew my face Almost put me in a grave He was old, out of his mind A craziness that made him blind He must have read between the lines He was a man with great disguise He fixed a stare into my eyes Oh, he's the one saw through my lies Where is my face? Oh, Pictures of a Shadow What I have seen will make you run It is not what I have done I don't believe in you I'm not afraid It all comes back but yet in spades My eyes have stopped but can't forget The memories mad today of men The words are written here in black Now there is no turning back Where is my Face? Oh, Pictures of a Shadow If evil had a face tonight, be sure my dear it would be mine If evil had a place to walk, hell would arise and leave you blind If evil had a face tonight, be sure my dear it would be mine If evil had a place to walk, hell would arise and leave you blind Oh, Pictures of a Shadow Pictures of a Shadow