Skin

Have no eyes, I must see, you walk out
A violent burst of some kind kind kind kind
Mindstate a dirty little drunk and cluttered
Shinning a problem of pictorial illusion
Dump the trunk and tear the little freak out out out
An unparallelleled account of collapse appearing like yourself
Liberation appearing like myself mutilation
Hold still now, nobody turns, said yeah!
Thier back on me. Silence is deafening desperate waking up
Motive spasm my back aches
Termination detentation, 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 T.V. on on now that I've done all that I can