Following my lust for wander everywhere I've ever been, I can't escape the sound of it - the sound of my screaming skin.
My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
I still owe some dread on this hide.
Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin.
I can't ignore the scent of it - the scent of my screaming skin.
My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
I still owe some dread on this hide.
La la la la la la la.
La.
La la la la la la la.
I'm a multicellular individual.
You're way out of proportion!
We've got the hemodynamic connection.
Don't call me germ!
Allowing for my strength to muster.
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My losses begin to win.
Tropical winds start to bluster, raising the fur on my skin.
My skin cries.
My spirits fly.
But I still owe some dread on this hide.
Oooh.
Yeah!
I'm a multicellular individual.
You're way out of proportion!
We've got the hemodynamic connection.
And don't call me germ!
Swallowing my pride no longer, I take the forbidden sun.
If I have been sculpted by hunger, I'm not the only one.
My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.
La la la la la la la.
La la la la.
Lyric provided by http://www.SortMusic.com
La la la la la la la la.
I'm a multicellular individual.
You're way out of proportion, ah ha!
We've got the hemodynamic connection.
Don't call me germ!
My skin cries.
My spirit flies.
But I still owe some dread on this hide.
My skin cries.
My blood sighs.
And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.
My spirit flies.
My blood sighs.
And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine.
My skin cries.
My spirit flies.
But I still owe some dread on this hide.
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