My skins got ribs
All neat in a row
Some criss cross
Others straight as a bone
My skins got ribs
But it's still pretty thin
Just a small cut
Continues to rip
And as I grip the flesh
And rip it apart
Giving you a perfect view
Of my beating heart
My skins got ribs
And when things get hard
I add a few more
They're my work of art