Skin Milk Songtext
von 200 Stab Wounds

I′ll make an incision from your earlobe to your earlobe
With a scalpel I will peel your flesh back
I will take a saw and cut off the top of your head
Which is called your delirium
And then once I get your brain exposed
And I get it out
I will used this to rip the dirt
Inside your skull


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 pastures to graze?
My source of calcium smiles at me everyday