Calabrese - History Of Nothing lyrics

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 a**a**inate, k**ing 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 a**a**inate, k**ing like the gallows. Whoa, i am no man. Autopsy scar of a hollywood d**h, 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 a**a**inate, k**ing like the gallows. Whoa, i am no man.