Tomorrow you could be reborn
In an explosion of sensation
Is that what you want?
Sight and taste and sound
Burning up your new-born-baby self
Shed your skin
Maybe it'll do you a service
But underneath you know that it would mean nothing to me
Tomorrow you could be reborn
Seize the opportunity
Maybe useless flesh always dragged you down
Mirrors always breaking your resolve
Shed your skin
Maybe it'll do you a service
But underneath you know that it would mean nothing to me
Nothing masks or needs to be hidden
No one crowds you out
Shed your skin
Maybe it'll do you a service
But underneath you know that it would mean nothing to me
Nothing beats the one you were given
No one crowds you out