once a painter drew my face almost put me in a grave he was old out of his mind a craziness that made him blind he must have read between the lines he was a man with great disguise he fixed a stare into my eyes oh he s the one saw through my lies where is my face oh pictures of a shadow what i have seen will make you run it is not what i have done i don t believe in you i m not afraid it all comes back but yet in spades my eyes have stopped but can t forget the memories mad today of men the words are written here in black now there is no turning back where is my face oh pictures of a shadow if evil had a face tonight be sure my dear it would be mine if evil had a place to walk hell would arise and leave you blind if evil had a face tonight be sure my dear it would be mine if evil had a place to walk hell would arise and leave you blind