Pale Man — Vincent Black Shadow

At the doorstep it hung vertical No one noticed, cold like icicles That a tall man cut down the string And set me free

He cut another down and set it free He cut another down He cut so hard he screamed

In the closet picking clothes for me Nothing pink though, it won't fit the theme That a pale man looked sad and had Done closed my eyes

He cut another down and it was me He cut another down He cut another down He cut another down and it was me He cut another down He cut another down

Hunger, it beats you to the line It's teeth are chattering That little beat skips out of time So simple and cold