Death is only painful for the living.
Lies are only painful when they're true.
We crawl through the fire of the
afterglow
As we smile the devilish smile of the dead.
World woven in neon night, as they try to pode our reptile masque
Never
to experience the pain of birth
Only shifting to re-arise
Cast your skin, grow new skin
Outskin the neo-torment
Flesh
of our flesh / blood of our blood
Brother we welcome you to the supreme existence
Your skin is not your skin anymore
Only what
lies within to believe in
World woven in neon night, as they try to pode our reptile masque
Never to experience the pain of
birth
Only shifting to re-arise
Cast your skin, grow new skin
Outskin the neo-torment
There lies are the true painful
lies.