Marquis De Sade - Skin Disease

You lean your head upon your friends shoulder
Back in the white room
A blonde haired man, just another sailor
Silent smiles and hopeless looks
Rip off long shreds of dry skin
Stand up and face the wind
We caught a skun disease

Conscuoussness fell asleep
Then no more choice
Then no more voice
No more choice

I don't want to hear this inner voice
It's so hard to take one's choice
And now, I'm throwing out my thoughts