All of those faces, afraid of the very dark. Like children, but these nightmares leave a tell-tale mark. Hounds bay for blood there's no turning back. One more statistic, another body on the stack. Killers or leaders, can't tell them apart. Poised on the sidelines await the head count to start. Will they ever, feel the terror of the midnight tread on the stair? Never ever believing that when its someone else nobody cares. You well may question how truth may play its part. When they're just waiting in the dark and we're all screaming out our hearts. While they're scheming in the dark our lives are being torn apart. Hounds lust for blood there's no turning back. The smart operation, another victim on their back. The slick execution, the message sublime. Smiles and excuses, be cruel to be kind. The world of show business reassures and draws us close.