From Now On

Pavement

From now on

I make haste

To carry my skin

Into the arm

Must of been more

Never less

Never less

Caught

Might grow in

To a mind that eats

Like a big tasty lie

I've laid low

From now on

This is a joke

When he sees the skin rot on me

Play low

From now on

This is a joke

Can I see the skin rot

On a dog stray's hide