Skin Me

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.