Suit of Skin

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I hear the policemen, breaking down the door

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They smell cooked flesh, rising from a plate

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Finding pickled body parts, stacked on every shelve

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Such a gruesome site, like none they’ve ever seen

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Fingers tacked upon a wall, uncounted for too
many

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They have yet to find me, so they search some more

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In my bedroom, they do find, vaginas stuffed in a crate

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They see eyes, ears and lips boiling in a stew

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In another room they find, a crate yes full of dicks

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Naked, in the basement, is where they find me

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Just in the nick of time as they surround me with their guns

I stand up, put on my suit, my suit yes made of skins
I made this suit, yes for my trial, where I'll sentenced for my sins