:Wumpscut: - Torn Skin

I wonder which you are ? I saw you A masochists guilt a masochists guilt But this guilty life for (now) will have to do The nature of doubt, the nature of doubt Gimme your warm skin now wrap it around You will get it back when your corpse is found Being cut-off by chants among the darkest skies Cattle trace in the blood, cattle trace in the blood I am caught by (the) lunacy a fever finds Reacts in the mud, reacts in the mud Gimme your warm skin now wrap it around You will get it back when your corpse is found It was out in the rain It was out in the game Can you remember her name? Follow the way, her love will find a will Follow the way, her love will find a will Follow the way, her love will find a will Follow the way, follow my way... We are the sex, the sex of tomorrow We are the sex, the sex of tomorrow We are the sex, the sex of tomorrow We are the sex, the sex of tomorrow Tomorrow, tomorrow...