Paroles de Skin and soul

Skin & soul

There are two men standing on the road.
Inspecting my skin and soul.
The backroom boys wait for the call.
And stepping up my rise and fall.

But i ask the dark side to do me a favour.
And sun approach keeps alive my fever.
So please let the scars in my head.

‘cause i don’t want to reflect my illness.

You’re sittin’pretty, bring me down.
The sight of blood just makes me good.
It’s never ending inside fight.
Can i control my changin’ mood ?

You can scratch all my skin, you can disclose my sins.
Something grown up in me i did not expect so far.
Private talk with the moon, i try to feed up my soul.