Mystery Man

Could easily be about one of two things. I wonder who they could be?

Hell opens up.

The dead welcome me with open arms.

Writhing around in pain

Slowly crawling forward.

They begin by removing the skin

Held down and molested.

Their hatred now injected

Looks like its my turn to dig in

I question my new found beliefs

I reject your innocence

Once I denounce

I'm greeted with relief

You'll never infect me with your lies

I'll never believe you again

A man like you was never worthy

of a thing called love