Slit-Mouthed Woman

Whispered legends, ancient and cold Urban tales from days of old Under the moon so bright Shadows take the night Whispered tales of fright She's haunting in the light Silent footsteps echo, heart begins to race Can you feel her presence in this haunted place? Slit-mouthed woman, "Can you see?" "Am I pretty?" She's asking me Slit-mouthed woman, in my dreams Echoes of her scream, nothing's as it seems Slit-mouthed woman, "Can you see?" "Am I pretty?" She's asking me Slit-mouthed woman, in the night With her scissors, she's out of sight Smoke and mirrors games All fears and flames Calling out my name Nothing feels the same Her laughter chills the air, whispers through the trees In the shadows creeping, bringing me to my knees Slit-mouthed woman, "Can you see?" "Am I pretty?" She's asking me Slit-mouthed woman, in my dreams Echoes of her scream, nothing's as it seems Slit-mouthed woman, "Can you see?" "Am I pretty?" She's asking me Slit-mouthed woman, in the night With her scissors, she's out of sight Fast like the wind Eyes of sin Hiding thin Underneath my skin Eyes so cold Heart of gold Mysteries untold Story getting old Running through the night, she appears in the dark Silent, eerie streets, a haunting remark Urban legend real, terror that I feel Mouth slit wide, her intent to steal In a quiet place, she stands alone Whispered voice that chills me to the bone "Am I pretty?" she asks with a mask on her face Revealing her smile, your heart starts to race In the streets so dark, she's fast as the light Giant scissors in hand, she'll give you a fright Masked and moving quick, no chance to run In the dead of night, her hunt's begun Slit-mouthed woman, "Can you see?" "Am I pretty?" She's asking me Slit-mouthed woman, in my dreams Echoes of her scream, nothing's as it seems Slit-mouthed woman, "Can you see?" "Am I pretty?" She's asking me Slit-mouthed woman, in the night With her scissors, she's out of sight Slit-mouthed woman, "Can you see?" "Am I pretty?" She's asking me Slit-mouthed woman, haunting me In the shadows, she's all I see Slit-mouthed woman, "Am I pretty?" "Can you see?" She's asking me Slit-mouthed woman, in my dreams Echoes of her scream, nothing's as it seems Slit-mouthed woman, "Am I pretty?" "Can you see?" She's asking me Slit-mouthed woman, in the night With her scissors, she's out of sight