Here Comes the Invisble Man...He's a ghost...a Legend... A shadow that grows with time.
He has no conscience...But His principles can be found in a simple game of HEADs or Tails
Fate and Destiny collide that moment when the coin touches his wrist. Your life...Your Hopes...Your Memories...Your Dreams...Are weighed in his balance...if you're found lacking...then this judgement is swift
Not Calling him Human would disgrace his name. Flesh and Bone he has...But The image of death is his silohouette.
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Because when it's all said and done...You'll hear the clock strike twelve. He'll still be sitting there while you float in the air
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