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lyrics: J. Morse © 1983 "Quiet on the set. Ready. . . and. . . action." What do you see behind this terrible mask? Is it me, or just part of the past? Oh, I don't know if I'm even in control of me The mask I wear is taking over from me! It's a scene from a 1953 horror movie And I'm the monster everybody's running from. . . The lens is watching as I am stalking The prey that the script is calling for Director smiling, victims crying As the violence continues -- except for one thing It's the real thing, not imagined It isn't motion picture technology. . . The screams of the victims echo in my mind The blood I am spilling in vain, so unkind Police, they surround me, they hold me down tight This is the end of the most terrible night Of my life. . . "And. . . cut! It's a print!" |