Testo di Skin

Something knotted in my stomach Smoke seeps From my mouth From my pores Lighted electric red eye Gleaming Got all the skulls Laughing at me Misused distrust Within this tomb Within this tomb Surface gloom Skeletons Wired up another puppet fuck Skin I want to touch I want to be in Cold my hand like ice The sins That I have to confess Impatient being I feel I feel I'm fried Strip This layer Layers of flesh Twisting Of my muscle, it's painful Or is it just an An annihilation Annihilation of my cranium