Текст (слова) песни: Strapping young lad - Skin Me
sit here blue light washed out
borrowed pin me up and boil welcome to the wrong
...skin me... silent filter
sucks in the resting whipping children posture frozen god. hungry muted nations
...skin 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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