The Clay People
Текст песни 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