Dodging the gaze of the palisades They are way beyond the bottom line Brushing it off, keep it easy to make-believe This is a gentle tide They've been jacking up the price of sand Right before the rise Smiling as we sink into the slime They will take the back door just in time Betting on a rogue wave to arrive But something else is watching from the edges just outside And The Face is growing The Face is growing Let it grow Hesitate away the chance See the window coming down like a lid They drape a heavy cloth around the cage To tame the misbehaving swift Into the fear-lace, wide-eyed lifter of the hands Another dazzled by the grifters in command But doubled down the blood begins to rise The chin, the cheek, the tongue, the teeth, the eyes Filling up the room, it multiplies And The Face is growing The Face is growing The Face is growing