Faith isn't fed by trust, it's the hope for humanity to be human and that's why you always lost. Everyone has a prosthetic face, it's only waiting.
Your blood starts to boil, your guts start to melt.
As the feeling to be alone compels you.
The solitude can bring no harm, cause everyone dies alone.
Track Name: Desquamation
You crawl into another to find a scalp that fits cause your own wrecked personality isn't something anyone would miss.
As time moved closer you only grew closer to cowardice.
You peeled off all the rotting layers and still reek of shit.
Abide and destroy - take what doesn't belong to you.