[Lyric] Skin Milk (200 Stab Wounds)

Ear to ear I hull off your face
Leave the body in my special place
Cut too deep and hit the bone
Another waste of time I moan

Salvage what I can and burn the rest
A mask of your face goes in the press

Ferment your excrement, I crush your skull
Chop off the top, I make my bowl
The next day I awake to my cereal
Top it off with your skin milk, ethereal

Skin milk, epidermal filth
Smiling, for my next kill

Why are the cows the only ones
With open pasturеs to graze
My source of calcium smiles at mе everyday