Skin - White Zombie

Have no eyes, I must see, you walk out

A violent burst of some kind kind kind kind

Mindstate a dirty little drunk and cluttered

Shinning a problem of pictorial illusion

Dump the trunk and tear the little freak out out out

An unparallelleled account of collapse appearing like yourself

Liberation appearing like myself mutilation

Hold still now, nobody turns, said yeah!

Thier back on me.

Silence is deafening desperate waking up

Motive spasm my back aches

Termination detentation, da-la-sco.

Now this room don’t seem so small sitting here in a cage

Of some kind kind kind kind miracle and some hallucination

Dropped excitement from my last words shut the door

And turn the T.V. on on now that I’ve done all that I can