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
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
tomb, an eternity of dread As your casket's covered feel the cruel hand of time Ectoplasmic tendrils, enveloping in slime Apparitions wail from the mould infested crypts Skin
grin on each face in the crowd, coupled with a psychotic stare Their skin decayed and fell off in lumps And hair came out in greasy clumps Their blood
benignant purpose Spin your eyes to read the court Smoothen your path before the start Even out fill the holes With the toxic clay of your rotting heart
of pathology Preparing the tools of the trade For a lesson in visceral surgery Peel the skin from his pelvis Rejectamenta & urine spouting out Renal
