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!
