DEAD SKIN MASK 

       Graze the skin with my finger tips
       The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means
       Provocative images delicate features so smooth
       A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon

       CHORUS
       Dance with the dead in my dreams
       Listen to their hallowed screams
       The dead have taken my soul
       Temptation's lost all control 

       Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
       Lose all mind control rationale declines
       Empty eyes enslave the creations
       Of placid faces and lifeless pageants 

       In the depths of a mind insane
       Fantasy and reality are the same 
       Graze the skin with my finger tips
       The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means
       Incised members ornaments on my being
       Adulating the skin before me 

       Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
       Lose all mind control rationale declines
       Empty eyes enslave the creations
       Of placid faces and lifeless pageants 

       CHORUS 








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