From now on
I make haste
To carry my skin
Into the arm
Must of been more
Never less
Never less
Caught
Might grow in
To a mind that eats
Like a big tasty lie
I've laid low
From now on
This is a joke
When he sees the skin rot on me
Play low
From now on
This is a joke
Can I see the skin rot
On a dog stray's hide