I'm shedding an old skin it's been itching for a long time A part I can't hide because it holds all my lies It falls to the ground I drag it behind A
who mean it, your skin will be cleaned. The scales you have shed for the family disease wash the salt away from you palms. You're sweating it out. I
the truth out, fall into that grave Uphold the brand new skin Accept the failure, refuse to rise above Break through the ribcage And tear the heart out
rots in the pain Fight for the fear of rights The time is set scream for the help [horror] Fly thru the darkest nights The peeling is the skin rotting
Lions in the street and roaming Dogs in heat, rabid, foaming A beast caged in the heart of a city The body of his mother Rotting in the summer ground
traffic on the streets I ran to the treetops, I ran to the sky Out to the lake, into the rain that matted my hair And soaked my shoes and skin Hid my
a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of Hell Oh, like a bat out of
real When it all happened I was in the lime light News, camera, gaven killer stamina Another year I'm here but forgotten Skin is rotting feeling old,
for them Days and nights a blur Nothing clear - greys - only shades No more toes, only one hand No commands, just screams of silence Brain rotting, skin
the future is the key to unlock my past Leaking membrane, consuming bodies Carving out the cunts, blood my lubrification Spewing pus on rotted skin,
this dead body's thirst One month in the grave Twisted and half decayed She turned a putrid yellow I pissed in her maggot filled asshole Fucking the rotting
years, now alive The dead came to life Dead creatures out for blood After death we will awaken Unhuman beings from beyond Rotting zombies out for blood
, ugly outside Ugly inside, ugly outside Ten dead bodies just a rotting away I got 'em all propped up next to me In my room, a chopped-off leg, a popped-out
the thickets Infested, diseased and decaying With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze By the poisonous pools, they are playing In shacks of two rooms that are rotting
thin, sliding down your throat So take your picture, where have you been? Candy coated like the rest, this one's rotting out The skills that you possess, I'm not impressed Skin
mind, All the time. Kids- Screamin' from too much beat up And they don't even rhyme, They just stand there, on a street corner, Skin tucked in And meat side out
