Testo The Pleasure Skin

The sound of breathing"Protect the disease in me" she saysThe sound of breathingI have never known fear like this beforeI remember"The Beauties's old but still as good" she saidI rememberThat I woke up in a cold dark room againWe are new menWe're the service, the pleasure skinWe are new menNo words, no image, no hope and fameNo shelterYou could feel the bitch outside the doorNo shelterShe said "nothing is leaving here alive"