Fleshwalker bound to this earth Bound to wear flesh as a curse His soul is eternal His soul is chemical Fleshwalker bound to this earth He wears skin as a curse His soul is eternal His soul is chemical You cannot stop him You cannot stop him He searched the plains In search of greater plagues His soul will never walk alone Guide him into the light The skies turn grey You'd better get away Or i'll end up digging your grave six feet under All of this inside my head Makes me wish i was better off dead All of this makes me wish i had a bullet in my head