"Smile of the Shadows"

In the midnight streets where silence creeps,
A painted face with secrets deep.
A wicked grin, no words to speak,
Just laughter cold and eyes so bleak.
Step by step, he follows near,
A twisted joke, your greatest fear.
No escape, no place to hide,
His art is pain, his brush is pride.
He’s the shadow in the light,
A nightmare hiding in plain sight.
With a smile so wide, and eyes so black,
Once he finds you, there’s no turning back.
A silent mime, a ghostly dance,
A crimson stain upon his hands.
No mercy shown, no tales to tell,
Just echoes from the gates of Hell.
Step by step, he follows near,
A twisted joke, your greatest fear.
No escape, no place to hide,
His art is pain, his brush is pride.
He’s the shadow in the light,
A nightmare hiding in plain sight.
With a smile so wide, and eyes so black,
Once he finds you, there’s no turning back.
A flickering light, a final scream,
A terror ripped from haunted dreams.
No happy ending, no last breath,
Just silent laughter and creeping death.
So if you see that painted face,
Run away—don’t hesitate.
For in the dark where nightmares grow,
Art the Clown puts on his show.

Industrial Metal with Aggressive Guitars and Distorted Vocals Metal