Thin Skinned - Wretched

Thrust your razor nails into my chest and spin

Sling blood in a circular pattern;

the carcass is battered

Rowing through a sea of savages, men left in ruin

Is this what you would call torture growing into a man?

…Sling…Sling

Into my flesh, she carved a hollow, heart will be raw

Into my flesh, I search for something sweet just for your tongue

She smiles with innocence, dancing with silence, feasting on every last inch of

my pride

Soulless, black eyes

Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife

Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss

Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife

Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss

Starved me of the simplest things, it is of no cause

I will do what need

Cut the throat of the beast

The color is unexpected

Intriguing my throat

Fill it up, down it goes

Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife

Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss

Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife

Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss