Torn Skin - :Wumpscut:

I wonder which you are?

I saw you

A masochists guilt a masochists guilt

But this guilty life for (now) will have to do

The nature of doubt, the nature of doubt

Gimme your warm skin now wrap it around

You will get it back when your corpse is found

Being cut-off by chants among the darkest skies

Cattle trace in the blood, cattle trace in the blood

I am caught by (the) lunacy a fever finds

Reacts in the mud, reacts in the mud

Gimme your warm skin now wrap it around

You will get it back when your corpse is found

It was out in the rain

It was out in the game

Can you remember her name?

Follow the way, her love will find a will

Follow the way, her love will find a will

Follow the way, her love will find a will

Follow the way, follow my way… Ah!

We are the s**, the s** of tomorrow

We are the s**, the s** of tomorrow

We are the s**, the s** of tomorrow

We are the s**, the s** of tomorrow

Tomorrow, tomorrow…