Skin Walker

Skin Walker Verse 1 I am both the haunted and the haunting An apparition in the algorithm The seen, the unseen, and the mythological I’ve taken hits and I’ve left scars Symptomatic of a contagion My scars bear witness and I let them speak They fester as they incubate beneath the skin Chorus Persona of the bleeding The skin walker is infected Trying to merge these versions of myself In the moments that broke them apart I am a Picasso shrine of horror, a disaster piece A broken work of art Verse 2 Hibernating in a haunted house No one sees what’s behind the show When I’m loved only for what I have to offer They don’t see the darkness grow Apparition in the shell Patterned after how I fail There is no coffin for the nail Just a body that decomposes before its pale Chorus Persona of the bleeding The skin walker is infected Trying to merge these versions of myself In the moments that broke them apart I am a Picasso shrine of horror, a disaster piece A broken work of art Bridge Death born from the opening in the skin I tore the stitches time and time again The tomb of the stranger that I am The residing place of the beating and the ache within Chorus Persona of the bleeding The skin walker is infected Trying to merge these versions of myself In the moments that broke them apart I am a Picasso shrine of horror, a disaster piece A broken work of art Persona of the bleeding The skin walker is infected Trying to merge these versions of myself In the moments that broke them apart I am a Picasso shrine of horror, a disaster piece A broken work of art…