Skeleton ripped to bone in this fucking chain

  We've {raped/ripped}(?) the skin and death don't read 'em rain

  No outer limits in the sky you'll find this time

  So stack the {few/putrid}(?) on the fortune is lime.

  you'll find



  you don't wanna see

  you don't wanna find

  you don't wanna be

  you don't wanna see

  you don't wanna know

  you don't wanna show



  I scooped to lend a hand and fired at these bones

  Down to the marrow you're a pile of those stones



  you don't wanna see

  you don't wanna find

  you don't wanna be

  you don't wanna go

  you don't wanna find

  you don't wanna see