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Skin And Bones
written by Morbid Angel02:50 PM 4/8/05If I scratch away and pick my skin,
Eventually I'll make it fit.
In my mind this flesh is thick,
And I don't think I was made for this.
Imagination running away with the wind,
Unwanted attention that I don't need,
I'm sick of this untold greed,
And I don't think that this is me.
I'm not perfect while I'm alone,
Don't deny what I've been told,
When it's warm I won't feel cold,
And I want to be just skin and bones. |
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