White Zombie - Skin Lyrics

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.. no w this