God told me to skin you alive
So you're in the gate, boy
You're in the gates of hell
I'm about some time here
And I'm trying to see you chill
Can't hear my skin glass
I think I see that time
I'm in my helping hand
For the kind of a ride
If you wanna die, of course you have
But I won't till I get my revenge
I've been *, *, done too many ways
But I don't wanna see people anymore
Things I never, ever saw before
But you see them for the * they are
Next thing is to get away with it
And I won't get a chance
But I won't get a chance
Next thing is to get away with it
Next thing is to get away with it
And I won't get a chance
Yes!
