Torn Skin by Wumpscut
How opulent you are, I saw you
As precious as gold, as precious as gold
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
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