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'd 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'd mean nothing to me.
Nothing masks or needs to be hidden
No-one crowds you out
Shed your skin
Maybe it'll do you service
But underneath
You know it'd mean nothing to me
Nothing beats the one you were given
No-one crowds you out