Can you see the side of me
Who wants to be wearing your skin?
Sliding flesh, thirst quenched
Free the guilt of sin
Flesh from within
Free of sin
Can you hear the screams?
Can you hear the screams?
Holding your head in my hands
A frozen face remains
Slicing, peeling your skin
Come to grips with your fate
You can’t run, it’s too late
Your vile mass will twitch in stench
In the corner, wearing your face
Flesh from within
Free of sin
Can you hear the screams?
Can you hear the screams?
Your vile mass will twitch in stench
In the corner, wearing your face
Embracing, encasing
Your life in the ground
Flesh from within