[Verse 1]
Pitted, deep lined eyes
Rough as last night
Sharp as a mirror
Broke in two
Run me through
No in, just out
Pumping ichor
Bucket my mouth

[Verse 2]
Satin-matte my dewiness
Skin so soft it sickens
Cut right through
Stretched outside
Salt and lime
Wear me like leather
Just for you