---

My sick desire must be fed

I drag your body to my shed

Master of my grisly trade

I come alive when i wield the blade

Skinned and Binned x4

I run the knife down your spine

Your precious skin is mine

Cuts are precisely made

Beauty will never fade

Skinned and Binned x4

Remains hacked to chunks

Bones ground into dust

Flesh placed into sacks

You're thrown in the trash

Peeling your skin

Tasting your skin

Wearing your skin

Give me your skin