Lying there, i give you thanks for your skin
now yours was not a wasted life
i compare your pelt to the rest - oh, such a fruitful night
"i am not a believer in your pop religions
i have found my saviour, and he speaks within me"
in the, darkness, humans indecipherable, it helps my cause
death - once haunted me,
death - it raped my life - thoughts of it strangled me
now - i've seen the light
now - the "lord" decides - he told me the secret of "life...
..............life!..............
skin coffin - wrapped in skin, freed of sin
skin coffin - my life is saved by the human dermis
skin coffin - i shall be eternal.
i have nightly missions, must complete my coffin
sewing skin in daytime, and removing the hair
night is fast approaching, now i must make haste
take my hooks and cleavers, and my knives and scissors
in a surgery bag, leave my morbid workshop
i like them young, around twenty years old
more flesh - less time
follow them to their home (if alone) their skin so ripe
give them time to settle in then i strike
door unlocked see their face look up in painful fright
hook through the head, wait for death, and then i start to slice.....
twitching - each time i hit a nerve,
i'm tearing - through flesh
bleeding - the blood it lubricates my knife...
...my knife!
body stripped, flesh bagged up, onto another strike...
...strike!
and so each time mortal fear subsides
as i know i'm going to be here for all time
for to die in my coffin will eternalize life
reborn - in skin - to live - forever!