Текст песни The Pale Hand - Beneath the Skin

An entity: Living, breathing
Deep underneath the skin
A devious, uninvited guest
The pale Hidden treasure within

Rapid ticking clocks
Time migrating south
The walls come closing in
Judgement in warped motion

Unclean slate
Muted echoes
Molden claustrophobia
A burning gaze
Backward footsteps
The inevitable
Living, breathing
Underneath the skin
A living reaper
Underneath my skin...

Breed...