Skin Coffin-Psycroptic

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!