Writhing - Pendulum

Thief has stole my muse
I've been made a fool
Lose restraints of skin
Return to life through sin

Hover by the twine, lift thy veil of flesh
Wretched lung of misery has choked its final breath
Sobbing by my dangling feet, sick from what's been done
I'll be back to plant my seed under the skin of someone else

I've been made a pendulum from my discarded skin
I was forced to rid myself from expiating sin
Shed my chains; pick the locks on purgatory's gate
Fractured soul born a ghost, free to fill my fate

I was given a gift of human possession
A gift from the grave
I've opened a world as black as my soul
To become and kill the thief of my bride

I've been made a pendulum from my discarded skin
I was forced to rid myself from expiating sin
Shed my chains; pick the locks on purgatory's gate
Fractured soul born a ghost, free to fill my fate

Apparition in the dark, faint translucent glow
Seep inside his skin, under my control
He's inside of her but I'm inside of him
Speaking words that she once heard my secrets been revealed

Nine months from now you'll have a son
Still born at birth, he'll wear my face
The face of a ghost and though you survive
His fathers die

Mutilate the creep my spirit has consumed
I possessed to plant my seed, writhing in her womb
Is this rape or an act of fate?
The question shall not loom,
For now it's time to take my host as my eternal tomb