Skin

Have no eyes,

I must see, you walk out

A violent burst of some kind, kind, kind, kind

Mind state, a dirty little drunk and cluttered

Shinning a problem of pictorial illusion

Dump the trunk and tear the little freak out, out, out

An unparalleled account of collapse

Appearing like yourself liberation

Appearing like myself mutilation

Hold still now, nobody turns

Said yeah, their back on me

Silence is deafening desperate waking up

Motive spasm my back aches

Termination detestation, da-la-sco

Now this room don't seem so small

Sitting here in a cage of some kind, kind, kind, kind

Miracle and some hallucination

Dropped excitement from my last words

Shut the door and turn the

TV on, onNow that

I've done all that

I can