Is it what defines me, is it who I am?
My tattooed skin.
That pierces my flesh, just a shell of myself, on my tattooed skin.
You say it’s ink, I say it is art, my tattooed skin.
Is this what I think, am I speaking from heart? My tattooed skin.
Is this what I dream or art imitating life, my tattooed skin.
Is it the pleasure when it’s finished or the...