I'm beat up, living disgrace, 'cause I live in a crate outside the bus stop.
I fucked up too many times, now I'm nearly a blind man in a lunchbox.
I'm waiting for something to feed with carnivorous teeth underneath
My skin My skin.
I'm waiting for something to tear all the sweat glands and hair from
My skin My skin My

Skin glows a luminous moon, showing up around noon in the Arctic.
Imagine pointed incisors and the exercise will make me heartsick.
I'm waking up to the tip that's atomically split the slit in
My skin My skin.
I'm looking into those eyes with a grim enterprise
Inside of my skin.

I'm a scratching hard. Finger sawteeth bore a hole.

I'm broken, shattered apart like a chick at a bar who's a widow.
Paint thinner, you is my friend, 'cause of how you will bend my eyeball window.
I'm happy chugging away The Remains of the Day abraiding
My skin My skin
I'm picking bugs from my teeth and the shit on my sheath underneath
My skin my

Skin melts like American cheese with a brilliant ease inside a skillet
Because the voice in my head says that if it's not dead I gotta kill it.
Bring forth the haunted exacto knife that's gonna extract a life from
My skin My skin
Make sure the ghosts in my blood are of hate and not love
Inside of my skin.

I'm precious like a gold brick that is six inches thick and made of rubies.
My flakes, for commodity's sake are economy's stake and who could you be?
Are you a demon or pet? 'Cause I tend to forget. I'm sweating
My skin My skin.
Or maybe you are an angel who's sent to deranged men in sin.
My skin my
Skin tears the carpet of hair that exists in the air of my surroundings.
I trick the head of my dick like a basketball pick and it's confounding.
And soon the whole thing is off like a pink molotov exploding
My skin My skin
I'm fine to the power of nine 'cause my death is sublime
Inside of my skin.