Skin Me Lyrics

sit here
blue light
washed out

borrowed
pin me up and boil
welcome to the wrong

...skin me...
silent filter

s*cks in the resting
whipping
children
posture frozen god.
hungry muted nations

...skin me...

it's just a feeling I have
it's like a feeling of death
you can't be in it for the cash
you must be in it for life
and if your houses I need
and if the payment is real
and if your mind is at ease
that is the death of music.