Harbor your skin from this world of loathing and hell.
Remain unseen, trailing your veil.
Conceal yourself from this world of deceit
Reoccurring decline.
You can't hide your skins of deceit.
You will regret this.
So why do you drown yourself at the altar?
Is it because you think your praise will save your life?
Harbor your skin.
Now you're just a ghost to me.
An apparition holding a misconception personality.
You've created your own world of self slaughter.
With every step that you take,
as you follow your path.
More of the ground breaks beneath you.
The more I think of it, the more I can't stand to be near you.
Severing ties, you can no longer harbor.
I look down upon you for the abomination that you are.
I look down upon you.
You claim to hold your rise.
Fear no longer, you've lost your disguise.
Revealed a face of failure.
Harboring skins of deception.
Born of misery and hidden regression.