| Lying there, I give you thanks for your skin
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| Now yours was not a wasted life
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| I compare your pelt to the rest — oh, such a fruitful night
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| «I am not a believer in your pop religions
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| I have found my saviour, and he speaks within me»
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| In the, darkness, humans indecipherable, it helps my cause
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| Death — once haunted me
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| Death — it raped my life — thoughts of it strangled me
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| Now — I’ve seen the light
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| Now — the «lord» decides — he told me the secret of «life…
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| …Life…
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| Skin Coffin — wrapped in skin, freed of sin
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| Skin Coffin — my life is saved by the human dermis
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| Skin Coffin — I shall be eternal
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| I have nightly missions, must complete my coffin
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| Sewing skin in daytime, and removing the hair
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| Night is fast approaching, now i must make haste
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| Take my hooks and cleavers, and my knives and scissors
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| In a surgery bag, leave my morbid workshop
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| I like them young, around twenty years old
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| More flesh — less time
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| Follow them to their home (if alone) their skin so ripe
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| Give them time to settle in then I strike
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| Door unlocked see their face look up in painful fright
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| Hook through the head, wait for death, and then I start to slice…
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| Twitching — each time I hit a nerve
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| I’m tearing — through flesh
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| Bleeding — the blood it lubricates my knife…
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| …my knife!
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| Body stripped, flesh bagged up, onto another strike…
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| …Strike!
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| And so each time mortal fear subsides
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| As I know I’m going to be here for all time
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| For to die in my coffin will eternalize life
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| Reborn — in skin — to live — forever! |