Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Skin Is In, artist - Broken Hope. Album song Loathing, in the genre Date of issue: 27.01.1997
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Skin Is In |
| Such suffering and sickness |
| From a moment of ecstasy |
| As your skeletal and noxious body ceases to live |
| With this ever growing infection |
| Death claims you |
| Diseased, you didn’t know your lover was diseased |
| So hot to get laid, indulge in unprotected sex |
| The one you have intercourse with hosts a virus |
| Infections blood tainted with HIV |
| Passing the contagion on to you |
| You are now a member of the modern epidemic |
| Intact health was only a condom away |
| But you let your guard down for a fatal fuck |
| This terminal illness wears your body down |
| A virus destroying all of your antibodies |
| You are now so susceptible |
| A blood test of positive now revealed |
| Covered with skin eating fesions |
| AIOS hungrily grows at your immune system |
| Your T-cell lymphocytes destroyed |
| Fatal condition kills slowly |
| Too weak to move, breathe, or ever get aroused |
| Running ulcers and abscesses wrap your body |
| Quarantined to your death bed, you stick to your sheets |
| The disease has developed to a most sever state |
| Ashes to ashes, genitals to jelly |
| Your personal gender soon to fall oil |
| An erotic flower decayed at the roots |
| Latex could have kept your sex life intact |
| Now never again to be hard to wet |
| Discharge and drip genitourinary loakage |
| Reproductive organs butchered and raw |
| The risk for gratification is your epitaph |
| Ignorance is bliss and eventually death |
| You never gave much thought about tomorrow |
| But now as you struggle to try and breathe |
| Yesterday is always on your mind now |
| And what ever happened to you lethal lay? |
| Death through sexual transmission |
| You make love to the grim reaper |
| This day and age sex kills |
| Unknowingly lusting after your demise |
| Desire plummeting into the venereal depths |
| A coital union with cankerous effects |
| Toxic passions, the rapture kills slowly |
| Skin is in |
| Ashes to ashes, genitals to jelly |
| Melting in syphagonnaherpeaids |
| The black plague of the 20th century |
| Careless promiscuity |
| Skin is in |
| Diseased disguised behind a beautiful face |
| Your terminal venture too late |
| Syphagonnaherpeaids |
| Your body cannot summon enough protection |
| Against this ever growing infection |
| Ravaged by AIDS abominable symptoms and effects |
| Death claims you through virtual sex |
| An incurable doom from lethal lovemaking |
| Such suffering and sickness from a moment of ecstasy |
| As your skeletal and noxious body finally ceases to live |
| Your lamed mate is begging another victim |
| Death through sexual transmission |
| You make love to the grim reaper |
| Turned on, so anxious to get your rocks off |
| Skin is in |
| Ashes to ashes, genitals to jelly |
| Melting in syphagonnaherpeaids |
| The black plague of the 20th century |
| Careless promiscuity |
| Skin is in |
| Diseased disguised behind a beautiful face |
| Your terminal venture too late |
| Syphagonnaherpeaids |