Faces of Death

[Intro: Dr. Francis B. Gröss (Michael Carr)]
Unfortunately, medical science cannot always have success. The moment death occurs, my expertise is called upon
Hey Doctor
Thank you. When this organ ceased to function, the result was death, the one reality we cannot avoid. I'm Dr. Frances Gröss. I work as a pathologist. And over the past 20 years, I've compiled a library of the many faces of death. I've seen with my own eyes a myriad of experiences that have led me to a greater awareness of the living. We have developed a world that refuses to recognize our own destiny. Many years ago, I was plagued with a recurring dream

[Verse 1: Dosia Demon]
There are many faces of death, maybe your face will be next
Dosia Demon, Cryptik X, we are the Devil's rejects
Looking crazed like a zombie as I'm screaming "You will die!"
So you know that I'm not scared, you know I am the bad guy
If you think you can't be touched then you better watch your back
I'm creeping in the moonlight with no warning of attack
I have you under my spell, you will wish it was a dream
Just sit back and close your eyes as I hatch my evil scheme

[Verse 2: Cryptik X]
Call me Francis B. Gröss with these medical experiments
Faces of Death that haunt you through your residence
Come join me through the gallery of silent faces
Like my name was Alan Black I'll show you all sorts of cases of death
Now I haunt inside your mind
Where we're all afraid to show what's on the other side
But I rap the way I do to keep death in the spotlight
The Grim Reaper watches over you, so sleep tight

[Chorus: Francis B. Gröss]
Many years ago, I was plagued with a recurring dream
The many faces of death
The many faces of death
Many years ago, I was plagued with a recurring dream
The many faces of death
The many faces of death

[Verse 3: Dmize]
Have you seen my face? There is nothing there
No eyes and loads of skin, not a single strand of hair
I'm death in the flesh with no heart up in my chest
Spooky things and rotting flesh in my body that's possessed
Taking a pair of scissors as soon as I end the sheeples' there
Leave a thousand verging pictures without a single care
Temper up the flare as the bodies doubled up
My faces of death are the only gods I hail

[Verse 4: Ware-Wolff]
Faces of Death leave you all to hellish rest
Murder music at its best, feels like my mind's possessed
Check me from the inside, decaying and rotting
Open vital organs like performing an autopsy
My arteries are clogged, blood flows and won't spill
I'm like The Walking Dead so my urges aren't filled
Death is all around and he has many faces
Fear is everywhere in these nightmarish traces

[Chorus: Francis B. Gröss]
Many years ago, I was plagued with a recurring dream
The many faces of death
The many faces of death
Many years ago, I was plagued with a recurring dream
The many faces of death
The many faces of death

[Outro: Francis B. Gröss]
Many years ago, I was plagued with a recurring dream
The many faces of death
The many faces of death
The many faces of death
The many faces of death