Lyrics Skin - Zascha

I see your muscles are twitching
Your fingers are itching
Getting hard to control myself
Your nails in my back like a coffin
Your heart I feel rushing
Double the beat of the bass

Your kisses are violent
They taste just iron
It's never the same
When we get carried away

The things that you say
The things that you say

Skin on my body fading
I can not stop partaking baby
Stop to complain
Bout grave that I dig
I am my own frustration

Skin on my body fading
I can not stop partaking baby
Stop to complain
Bout grave that I dig
I am my own frustration

It's never the tough love
It's always bite back
You always leave marks
Cause you know that I like it

I like all your threats
Cause I know they ain't empty
The way you bite my neck
You make it so damn tempting

The things that you say
The things that you say

Skin on my body fading
I can not stop partaking baby
Stop to complain
Bout grave that I dig
I am my own frustration

Skin on my body fading
I can not stop partaking baby
Stop to complain
Bout grave that I dig
I am my own frustration