Strapping Young Lad — Skin Me lyrics

Sit here
Blue light
Washed out

Pin me up and boil
Welcome to the wrong me...
Silent filter

Sucks in the resting
Posture frozen god.
Hungry muted nations me...

It's just a feeling I have
It's like a feeling of death
You can't be in it for the cash
You must be in it for life
And if your houses I need
And if the payment is real
And if your mind is at ease
That is the death of music.
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