Don't Know Me کے بول

In my waxen world, time stands still Forever frozen like flies trapped in amber One perfect moment preserved, just ere the kill Gruesome atrocities transfixed in horror's chamber Poetry without motion, figures stranded midstream Waxen players in this dark drama of the macabre Mouths agape with terror but breathless to scream No death rattle heard, nor parting sors... I am preserver of life through my morbid art For each mannequin was truly alive from the start So if the eyes seem to follow your gaze as you gawk Know that in the eyes of the dead, in their shadow you walk...