Text: Skinny Puppy. Last Rights. Scrapyard.

?I'm a skate- I'm a skate-??
One must believe in


Alter their image

Turn against ripping poles

In a tatter you shivered cold
No longer feeling

?this is my s-?



Accosted raising funds
from the son of time

Crawls to the corner



I want face and mind
Up at you leaks from the head
One thing I look

Nothing sheets plug (???) Dread


Leave it alone

Words
Best left unsaid

Misused

There's tension

to destroy


Die infernal demon
Presenting
Nervous nails


(never deliver them?)


(raising matters?)

(why don't we?)
(don't let it?)


Torture myself

[whispered: tortures himself]
Please believe

Dirty daylight


Expression reveals

Best left unsaid

Cold and indifferent

Otherwise

Adjust the attitude

That the compass

Can confuse

Wherever shackle

Looks for refuge


Wherever falls the stone
Best left unsaid

this is (going by?) Oh, we all had to be addicted to one thing or another