Stitch up the skin
your soul left a hole
Stitch up the skin
you chose to ignore

And who even cares
where it goes
as long
as the money flows

In the market
where skins are
selling skins
your value becomes
null and void

In the market
where the skins
are selling skins
and you can't
give yourself away
it's all too late

Your brittle bones
you know they're about to break

Your worth is dictated through
the weight of your wallet
and how much you add to mine

You used to get by
on a wink and a smile
but now the hole is too deep
and the only one it's swallowing is you

Bills they won't pay themselves
your attention span
will take care of that

Bodies on top of bodies
on top of bodies
bargaining for a seat at the table
you are feasting on scraps
fit for a queen
I see your bowl is full of shit
there's nothing left for anyone
bodies on top of bodies
bargaining for a little bit more
there's not enough to go around

It all comes too late
your brittle bones
too weak to carry your ego

Stitch up the skin
your soul left a hole
and you choose to ignore
who cares where it goes
who cares where your soul goes

As long as the money flows
as long as the money flows
as long as the money flows
as long as the money flows
as long as the money flows
who cares
who cares where my soul goes
you told me long ago
who cares when the money flows

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