History of Nothing - Calabrese

Stranger with no face,

The prey looms near, you don’t recognize.

I’m anonymous,

As I wait and wait and wait for you

To come close.

Whoa, I am the one pressing in the shadows.

Whoa, in the alleyways, the history of nothing.

I only know the roads to assassinate, killing like the gallows.

Whoa, I am no man.

Eyes bulging,

Of puppets strangled by their strings.

You’re a pawn, a domino,

To be knocked down just like those who’ve come before.

You know you will.

Whoa, I am the one pressing in the shadows.

Whoa, in the alleyways, the history of nothing.

I only know the roads to assassinate, killing like the gallows.

Whoa, I am no man.

Autopsy scar of a Hollywood death,

Machines of crime at the jugular vein,

Las Vegas, highway of blood,

With no easy way out, Hell is coming down.

Whoa, I am the one pressing in the shadows.

Whoa, in the alleyways, the history of nothing.

I only know the roads to assassinate, killing like the gallows.

Whoa, I am no man.