Skinned Alive (recorded live at WDR Festival, 1992)

They curse the day When I was born Mentally deranged Fits of raving madness Immolate beyond the grave Celebrate and enjoy The thrusts with my knife The way you feel Is the way you will die You think you're dead But you're just skinned alive I hear you cry But slow and sure Your skin will be my toy Death becomes Second nature to me My heart expands with joy Celebrate and enjoy The thrusts with my knife The way you feel Is the way you will die You think you're dead But you're just skinned alive Liquidation and supreme sacrifice Deeply afflicted faces Appetising body odour Anguish but rest in pieces Celebrate and enjoy The thrusts with my knife The way you feel Is the way you will die You think you're dead But you're just skinned alive