Whispered legends, ancient and cold
Urban tales from days of old

Under the moon so bright
Shadows take the night
Whispered tales of fright
She's haunting in the light

Silent footsteps echo, heart begins to race
Can you feel her presence in this haunted place?

Slit-mouthed woman,
"Can you see?"
"Am I pretty?"
She's asking me
Slit-mouthed woman, in my dreams
Echoes of her scream, nothing's as it seems

Slit-mouthed woman,
"Can you see?"
"Am I pretty?"
She's asking me
Slit-mouthed woman, in the night
With her scissors, she's out of sight

Smoke and mirrors games
All fears and flames
Calling out my name
Nothing feels the same

Her laughter chills the air, whispers through the trees
In the shadows creeping, bringing me to my knees

Slit-mouthed woman,
"Can you see?"
"Am I pretty?"
She's asking me
Slit-mouthed woman, in my dreams
Echoes of her scream, nothing's as it seems

Slit-mouthed woman,
"Can you see?"
"Am I pretty?"
She's asking me
Slit-mouthed woman, in the night
With her scissors, she's out of sight

Fast like the wind
Eyes of sin
Hiding thin
Underneath my skin

Eyes so cold
Heart of gold
Mysteries untold
Story getting old

Running through the night, she appears in the dark
Silent, eerie streets, a haunting remark
Urban legend real, terror that I feel
Mouth slit wide, her intent to steal

In a quiet place, she stands alone
Whispered voice that chills me to the bone
"Am I pretty?" she asks with a mask on her face
Revealing her smile, your heart starts to race

In the streets so dark, she's fast as the light
Giant scissors in hand, she'll give you a fright
Masked and moving quick, no chance to run
In the dead of night, her hunt's begun

Slit-mouthed woman,
"Can you see?"
"Am I pretty?"
She's asking me
Slit-mouthed woman, in my dreams
Echoes of her scream, nothing's as it seems

Slit-mouthed woman,
"Can you see?"
"Am I pretty?"
She's asking me
Slit-mouthed woman, in the night
With her scissors, she's out of sight

Slit-mouthed woman,
"Can you see?"
"Am I pretty?"
She's asking me
Slit-mouthed woman, haunting me
In the shadows, she's all I see

Slit-mouthed woman,
"Am I pretty?"
"Can you see?"
She's asking me
Slit-mouthed woman, in my dreams
Echoes of her scream, nothing's as it seems

Slit-mouthed woman,
"Am I pretty?"
"Can you see?"
She's asking me
Slit-mouthed woman, in the night
With her scissors, she's out of sight