Putrid breath
Cotton mouth
Glassy eyes
Sucken cheeks
Twisted knees
Bloody gums
Heavyness
Walking dead
Talking loud
Plastic bag
In the morgue
Cracked top lip
Holes in skin
Dead alive
Rotting teeths
Scabbed fingers
Looking week
No more pride
Self image
No one cares
In the trash
Lying down
Left to waste
It is time to shed your skin
Can you feel it from within
It is time to shed your skin
You will rise despite your sins
Thinking straight
Toxic veil
Dissapered
No more dope
A strong will
Overcome
Do feel proud
You survived
This shit storm
Weight is off
Your shoulders
Now your free
It is time to shed your skin
Can you feel it from within
It is time to shed your skin
You did rise despite your sins