Frenzied yells of those Once sacrificed Echoing here From the past When the blade draws A line The blood runs at last Next turn is mine Skin or clothes? Row of flayed ones Showtime in the motion What the other wants Models unveiled, shivering, shy Leaving wet tracks On the floor Fatless or fat-full A living sculpture Of quiet pain Flesh-full or fleshless My body in other's skin A bizzare game. Frenzied yells of those Once sacrificed Echoing here From the past When the blade draws A line The blood runs at last Next turn is mine