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Gloom;
Is all I can see, In this land of immolation infected with insanity
Death bringer come forth, Inject me with necrosis so I see "the beyond"
Already deformed, Scarred with my attempts to finish me off
Suicidal by default, hope was skinned alive and thrown with in my vault.

This journery evolves, into the unknown
The darkest plane, that inhabits an evil
It selects a man, to marytr our sin
He who the lurks the earth, Will feed this evil

When the last grain of sand falls in the hour glass.

Torture my thoughts, Indulge in loneliness
Drown me in the blood of my hopelessness
I am nothing more, I am nothing less
Than a corpse reeking of pestillence

Forever trapped inside, This pathetic life
Screaming to the sky, "When will I die?"
Hopeless and brave, I won't be saved
The kiss of death, Is what I crave

So the voices inside my head, whisper of my gruesome death
The disease inside, keeping me alive

I will never be free, Imprisoned within insanity;
Within this hole
My immortal soul.

Heading into the void, Venturing through the black
From my mind I escape, Seperating my head
Searching for escape; Ascension from this place
Death holds my life, Death holds my fate

A bleak plead to die, Is all I've become
Cut through the seams, Reality's a dream.

I call upon death himself
Escort me to the depths.

So this concludes, With my soul in servitude
You've read this through, But you never may know this could be you.

Dead lives rive from my human hide

When the cult had come for me, I could've got away but didn't
I couldn't be the one to caue this any longer
Had it been a day or year inside this skin?
I could not tell
The faces I had captured over centuries took hold

I became a kind of hunter, eating pelts of pleading meat
to acquire their appearance
Taking their form with will alone
Alive and crawling out of me
To catch its prey shed your foreign poison peltry

Take the rind you want

Seen to be a wicked omen
Despite attemps to hide my live birth mark
Crown of a dark daemon
Tar I'd taken back with me from the other side

There is no god, for if there was,
then how'd this evil take me?
It seeped abd crawled its way along my face
as mother wept

Stealing identities from every skin it sees
Growing with urgency

When he tried to cut it off
Many a time (to no avail)
It would take my livid father's manic features
Laughing at him as he tried to hack them off his son

Knowing that he could not end my life, he took his own
Mother mourned the death of him
and knew that many more follow if I didn't leave right then

Heading out into the woods, I promised I would never come back
I thank the dead that she knows not what I have become
Taking over adolescent tendencies
To feed, to hunt, to kill, to change

Decades take me deep into the curses, endless undertow
There is no time or end
Behind this epidermal prison
My thread of youth imprisoned
Tortured by immortal victims

I am the involuntary doppelganger

I cannot stop it
My skin is alive

All of the time I've spent inside it
I never thought it could be
Calling out to any other involuntary doppelganger

Had it grown bored of its feed?
Or gained knowledge with time?
Whatever the change had been
I felt it emanating information

Had it tried to send a beacon, warning them to stay away?
I heard the voices calling back
Involuntary doppelganger (x2)

One last face it had to acquire before it's caught
The menace cloak found her still alive and
skinning bodies of her own...

It appeared that she had done the same as I
For all this time, to see her son again
And there I stood

The cloak of others made her impossible to recognize
She carved me like any other martyr of our curse

When the cult had breached our cabin
Taking me to be a random victim of the doppelganger

Heading out into the woods, I promised I would never come back
I thank the dead that she knows not what I have become
Taking over adolescent tendencies
To feed, to hunt, to kill, to change

Decades take me deep into the curses, endless undertow
My tongue speaks in a cadence that only A.U.M. can decipher
Void of bidding, heading out
A very heated inner wreathing of a demon
With intent to animate and be gone