I'm on the move again through fire and ash. I'll burn

myself down, then be born again. I remember the

coldness of being alive. I want you to feel my burning

death. it's COLD raw head and bloody bones COLD

when the chaos comes COLD being lost in this skin.

Feels like i'm coming home to death. Feels like i'm in

a fleshy coffin. Feels like i'm coming home to death.

Stuck in this skin I am trapped in a prison... this is

the pulse of a body rejecting itself. Revolutionized,

Overthrown from the inside out. There's a burning

heat traveling thru me. Shivers up my spine like a

fevered serpentine. I'm high... I'm high... Feels like

i'm coming home to death. Feels like i'm in a fleshy

coffin. Feels like i'm coming home to death. Stuck in

this skin I am trapped in a prison. Force to shed my

skin, i'll peel away till there's blood and vein and

ruptured skin. So low beneath the sky, Buried within

myself, Underneath A silent disease that kills the life

in me. Alive, it buries me. Again and again, I pick

up my pieces into one. I wash my wounds clean with

my own blood. Feels like i'm coming home to death.

Feels like i'm in a fleshy coffin. Feels like i'm coming

home to death. Stuck in this skin, I'm becoming.