Crisis Corpus Apocalypse Lyrics

I'm on the move again through fire and ash. I'll burn
myself down, then be born again. I remember the
coldness of being alive. I want you to feel my burning
death. it's COLD raw head and b_____ bones COLD
when the chaos comes COLD being lost in this skin.
Feels like i'm coming home to death. Feels like i'm in
a fleshy coffin. Feels like i'm coming home to death.
Stuck in this skin I am trapped in a prison... this is
the pulse of a body rejecting itself. Revolutionized,
Overthrown from the inside out. There's a burning
heat traveling thru me. Shivers up my spine like a
fevered serpentine. I'm high... I'm high... Feels like
i'm coming home to death. Feels like i'm in a fleshy
coffin. Feels like i'm coming home to death. Stuck in
this skin I am trapped in a prison. Force to shed my
skin, i'll peel away till there's blood and vein and
ruptured skin. So low beneath the sky, Buried within
myself, Underneath A silent disease that kills the life
in me. Alive, it buries me. Again and again, I pick
up my pieces into one. I wash my wounds clean with
my own blood. Feels like i'm coming home to death.
Feels like i'm in a fleshy coffin. Feels like i'm coming
home to death. Stuck in this skin, I'm becoming.