Из альбома: No Exit
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