Lyric Screaming skin
Following my lust for wanderEverywhere I ve ever beenI can t escape from the sound of itThe sound of my screaming skin
My skin criesMy blood sighsI still owe some dread on this hide
I m a multi-cellular individualYou re way out of proportionWe ve got a hemodynamic connectionDon t call me germ
Following my trust in wonderI watch the circus beginI can t ignore the scent of itThe scent of my screaming skin
My skin criesMy blood sighsBut I still owe some dread on this hide
I m a multi-cellular individualYou re way out of proportionWe ve got a hemodynamic connectionDon t call me germ
Allowing for my strength to musterMy losses begin to winTropical winds start to blusterRaising the fur on my skin
My skin criesMy spirits flyBut I still owe some dread on this hide
I m a multi-cellular individualYou re way out of proportionWe ve got a hemodynamic connectionDon t call me germ
Swallowing my pride no longerI take the forbidden sunIf I have been sculpted by hungerI m not the only one
My skin criesMy blood sighsI still owe some dread on this hide of mine
I m a multi-cellular individualYou re way out of proportionWe ve got a hemodynamic connectionDon t call me germ
My skin criesMy spirit fliesBut I still owe some dread on this hide
My skin criesMy blood sighsAnd I still owe some dread on this hide of mine
My skin criesMy spirits flyBut I still owe some dread on this hide
My skin criesMy blood sighsI still owe some dread on this hide
I m a multi-cellular individualYou re way out of proportionWe ve got a hemodynamic connectionDon t call me germ
Following my trust in wonderI watch the circus beginI can t ignore the scent of itThe scent of my screaming skin
My skin criesMy blood sighsBut I still owe some dread on this hide
I m a multi-cellular individualYou re way out of proportionWe ve got a hemodynamic connectionDon t call me germ
Allowing for my strength to musterMy losses begin to winTropical winds start to blusterRaising the fur on my skin
My skin criesMy spirits flyBut I still owe some dread on this hide
I m a multi-cellular individualYou re way out of proportionWe ve got a hemodynamic connectionDon t call me germ
Swallowing my pride no longerI take the forbidden sunIf I have been sculpted by hungerI m not the only one
My skin criesMy blood sighsI still owe some dread on this hide of mine
I m a multi-cellular individualYou re way out of proportionWe ve got a hemodynamic connectionDon t call me germ
My skin criesMy spirit fliesBut I still owe some dread on this hide
My skin criesMy blood sighsAnd I still owe some dread on this hide of mine
My skin criesMy spirits flyBut I still owe some dread on this hide