Lyrics Thin Skinned - Wretched

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