Night Of The Skinwalker (Explicit)

Plastic eyeballs,

Screwed right in,

Perfect pupils,

Painted on,

Raise the hand to,

Say hello,

Somethings off but,

I don’t know,

Just past midnight,

It begins,

Searching for your,

Mortal twin,

Mother and father gave you,

Everything,

Still you won’t stop till you’re,

In my skin,

Night of the Skinwalker,

Night of the Skinwalker,

I’ve been working so hard,

Working just to feel,

Feel that I am worth the,

Dead skin that I peel,

This creature it stalks me,

Stalks me just to kill,

It hunts with confidence and,

Dollar bills,

Night of the Skinwalker,

Night of the Skinwalker,

Time is a precious thing,

Time is an ancient thing,

Time is a heavy thing don’t you think?

Life is a precious thing,

Life is a fragile thing,

Tonights the night that you die, Skinwalker!

You’ve got your skin, now walk.

(I stand at my own funeral,

Skin laid out raw,

Lifeless and loose and pathetic and bone white.

I have skinned myself,

Carved the turducken,

Nothing of me remains,

Just more skin to peel,

And an infinite itch.

Nothing of me remains,

But to walk.)