Sin Skinner

Your secret world is far away
You don't listen to what I say
Give me permission to enter
I'd like to understand
Let me hold your hand

Let me be your Sin Skinner

My liberty in isolation
My fingertips in consolation
sad condition. my intuition
Let me be your friend
I'm here to heal the sand

Keep my integrity intact
I want to base my life on facts [bad word] I never know,
But life will ultimately show

Still very silent
I even hear your breath
What have [bad word] for?
I know I wanted more...
Have you not understood?
It is your life they took
And all you do is cry
Don't tell the world good-bye