Thin Skinned

Thrust your razor nails into my chest and spin
 Sling blood in a circular pattern; the carcass is battered
 Rowing through a sea of savages, men left in ruin
 Is this what you would call torture growing into a man?
 ...Sling... Sling
 Into my flesh, she carved a hollow, heart will be raw
 Into my flesh, I search for something sweet just for your tongue
 She smiles with innocence, dancing with silence, feasting on every last inch of my pride
 Soulless, black eyes
 Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife
 Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss
 Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife
 Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss
 Starved me of the simplest things, it is of no cause
 I will do what need
 Cut the throat of the beast
 The color is unexpected
 Intriguing my throat
 Fill it up, down it goes
 Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife
 Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss
 Shocking the mess that followed my dull knife
 Just a puddle, just a puddle of piss