The Grimace On Your Skin

Speak to me little lady
Strike quickly to the bone
I want to taste your queer taste
I want to suck your voice through the phone

I enjoy the grimace on your skin
Your skin is so thick
I want to save the flesh from your lips
I enjoy the grimace on your skin
I'm a slave to all my sins

I see the clouds in your eyes
Fingertips stretching your tattooed hide
Your head webbed into a mess
The spinal cord spirals up toward your pretty head

I enjoy the grimace on your skin
Your skin is so thick
I want to save the flesh from your lips
I enjoy the grimace on your skin
I'm a slave to all my sins

The cracked grey on the statue of the saints
Flakes off into the sun and washes into the rain
The golden blisters on the green leafs
The rotten moss hangs on the graves like a muddled spleef

I enjoy the grimace on your skin
Your skin is so thick
I want to save the flesh from your lips
I enjoy the grimace on your skin
I'm a slave to all my sins