Dead Skin Mask
Slayer Lyrics

How I've waited for you to come
The singer has been eagerly anticipating the arrival of someone

I've been here all alone
The singer has been alone for some time

Now that you've arrived
The person being addressed has finally shown up

Please stay awhile
The artist wants the person being addressed to stick around for a bit

And I promise I won't keep you long
Although the artist wants the person being addressed to stay, they assure them that it won't be for long

I'll keep you forever (forever, forever, forever)
The singer's promise of not keeping the person being addressed long was a lie - they intend to keep them forever

Graze the skin with my fingertips
The singer enjoys touching dead skin with their fingers

The brush of dead, cold flesh appease the means
Touching dead, cold skin satisfies the artist's desires

Provoking images, delicate features so smooth
Touching dead skin gives the artist vivid and pleasant images

A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon
Touching dead skin at night creates a pleasant scent

Dance with the dead in my dreams
The singer dreams about dancing with dead bodies

Listen to their hallowed screams
The artist enjoys hearing the screams of the dead in their dreams

The dead have taken my soul
The singer is so obsessed with the dead that they feel like the dead have taken over their soul

Temptation's lost all control
The singer has lost control of themselves due to their intense desire for the dead

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
The singer's craziness prevents them from smiling normally

Lose all mind control, rationale declines
The artist's obsession with the dead has caused them to lose control of their mind and become irrational

Empty eyes enslave the creations
The artist's empty, crazy eyes control their every action

Of placid faces and lifeless pageants
The singer is obsessed with dead, calm faces and lifeless events

In the depths of a mind insane
The singer is completely insane

Fantasy and reality are the same
The artist's insane fantasies are indistinguishable from reality to them

The brush of dead, warm flesh pacifies the means
Touching dead, warm skin calms the artist's desires

Incised members ornaments on my being
The artist has decorated themselves with pieces of dead bodies

Adulating the skin before me
The singer worships the dead skin they are touching

Dance with the dead in my dreams (Hello? Hello, Mr. Gein?)
The artist's dreams of dancing with the dead are interrupted by a reference to Ed Gein, a famous serial killer who also enjoyed necrophilia

Listen to their hallowed screams (Mr. Gein?)
The singer's thoughts are again interrupted by Ed Gein

The dead have taken my soul (let me out of here, Mr. Gein)
The singer is consumed by their obsession with the dead and feels trapped

Temptation's lost all control (Mr. Gein? I don't want to play anymore, Mr. Gein)
The singer is attempting to resist their urges and is asking for help from Ed Gein, who they see as an authority on the matter

Dance with the dead in my dreams (Mr. Gein, this isn't fun anymore)
The artist is asking Ed Gein to stop their dreams of dancing with the dead, as they are no longer enjoyable

Listen to their hallowed screams (I don't wanna play anymore, Mr. Gein, Mr. Gein?)
The artist is again asking Ed Gein to help them resist their obsession and stop the screams of the dead in their dreams

The dead have taken my soul (I want out of here, Mr. Gein)
The singer is completely consumed by their obsession and feels trapped, again asking for Ed Gein's help

Temptation's lost all control (let me out now)
The singer is desperately seeking a way out of their uncontrollable obsession