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Under Your SkinI'll get under your bed and under you skinto suspend the soul and work my way in Under your skin, I'll get under your bed and under your skin like a seething black hole invading within. Under you skin. My glare fixed profoundly anticipating unrest, should we fail to realize paralysis upon wakefulness My gnarled finger aching to the be steeped in your flesh its dance and tourned in this field of skin Trotting every fibre of your being. Swallowed up by the reeking gullet of nauseating fear Panic infiltrates me like a worm inside your guts Fists of blood wound a fragile heart. Punching and storming. I'll get under your bed and under your skin. I'll tear out your soul. |