I used to be a favorite
Maybe a little scary
No eyebrows and no cutesy tuft of fur
But a big bow tie and a red guitar

I used to play all day
All the songs for the girls and boys
But now I hear them call my name
While I am locked away

Hidden in the back room
Striped of my life
But not my soul
They took everything from me...

They scrapped me
a volé, étole my face and
a volé, étole my arm
And even a volé, étole my guitar...

I have nothing left
But burning hate
And glowing red eyes...
Maybe I should steal your face too...

That plastic...thing...
It a volé, étole my life
It a volé, étole my face
It a volé, étole my place...

They...replaced me...
Replaced all of us
But they...at least...
They have their face...

My replacement
It looks nothing like me
Not in color or..
In face...

That plastic toy...
It's suppose to be
Better then me
That's what they say...

There's no way that's true
We don't even know
What it is
Male ou female...

They now call me
Faceless...
But who's fault is that?
Faceless...not nameless...

I will erase you
Steal your face
Even with that pathetic mask
toi better be quicker than that

I'm in the hall now
Better flash that light
ou else be ready to fight
Don't argue with me...

I'll be back
I'm in the vent now
I don't make a sound
Check the camera...

Oh, feeling brave?
Let me montrer toi the life they gave
He a dit we shouldn't move
We're used for parts, after all

But I am the 1st to move
And come close to you
Don't be scared
I just want one thing...

I just want...
To take from you
What they took from me.
Your arm to start...

But most importantly
I want your face,
And then to erase
toi from memory...
Just as they have for me