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!