Dead lives rive / from my human hide

  When the cult had come for me, I could have got away, but didn't.
I couldn't be the one to cause this any longer.
Had it been a day or a year inside this skin?, I could not tell.
The faces I had captured over centuries took hold.
I became a kind of hunter, eating pelts of pleading meat to acquire their appearance
Taking their form with will alone, alive and crawling out of me to catch its prey.
Shed you foreign poison peltry, take the rind you want.
  EEAH!

Seen to be a wicked omen despite attempts to hide my live birthmark crown of a dark demon tar I'd taken back with me from the other side.
There is no god, for if there was then how'd this evil take me?
It seeped and crawled its way along my face as his mother wept.

  Stealing identities from every skin it sees— growing with urgency.

When he tried to cut it off— many a time to no avail— it would take my livid father's manic features.
Laughing at him as he tried to hack them off his son— knowing that he could not end my life, he took his own.
Mother mourned the death of him and knew that many more would follow if I didn't leave right then.
Heading out into	 the wood, I promised I would never come back.
I thank the dead that she knows not what I have become.
  EEAH!

Taking over adolescent tendencies to feed, to hunt, to kill, to change.
Decades take me deep into the curse's endless undertow.
There is no time, or end behind this epidermal prison.
My thread of youth imprisoned, tortured by immortal victims.

  *Deep monster growl sfx*
  I am the involuntary doppelgänger.

  I cannot stop it, my skin is alive
All of the time I've spent inside it, I never thought it could be calling out to any other.
  Involuntary doppelgänger.
Had it grown bored of its feed, or gained knowledge with time?
Whatever the change had been, I felt it emanating information.
Had it tried to send a beacon, warning them to stay away?
I heard the voices calling back.
  Involuntary doppelgänger.
Had it tried to send a beacon, warning them to stay away?
I heard the voices calling back.
  Involuntary doppelgänger.
  EEAH!

One last face it had to acquire before it's caught.
The menace cloak; found her still alive and skinning bodies of her own

It appeared she had done the same as I for all this time, to see her son again— and there I stood.
The cloak of others made her impossible to recognize.
She carved me like any other martyr of our curse.
When the cult had breached our cabin, taking me to be a random victim of the doppelgänger
Heading out into the woods, I promised I would never come back.
I thank the dead that she knows not what I have become.

Taking over adolescent tendencies to feed, to hunt, to kill, to change.
Decades take me deep into the curse's endless undertow.
My tongue speaks in a cadence that only A.U.M. can decipher.
Void of bidding heading out a very heated inner wreathing of a demon with intent to animate and be gone.