Album: Skills in Pills
Your soul is black
Your blood is cold
Your skin is rough
You have a heart of gold
Your face so dark
With clammy hair
Upon your flesh
Wet creatures everywhere
Gives me a shiver
Wild river
You stole my eyes
Never gave them back
You tried to kiss me
And sent a shiver
Round my neck
Wild river
Wet golden shrine
You sold my mind and
Tried to kill me
Sent a shiver down my spine