Pavement
From Now On
From now onI make hasteTo carry my skinInto the armMust have beenNever lessNever lessCaught, might grow in To a mind that eatsLike a big taste lieI've laid lowFrom now onThis is a jokeWhen he sees the skin Wrought on mePlay lowFrom now onThis is a jokeCan I see the skin rotOn a dog stray's hide
From Letras Mania