Из альбома: Like Sheep Led to Slaughter
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