I got several skins in me closet
None of which is the same
I got several identities to be unfolded
Who am i today?
The beggar, the priest
The thief, or the fog
The garbage on the street now
Or the scum
I could be behind you with a knife
I could be there to take your life
I said, skins
It's like identity
Skins...
Now, i been getting up just around seven
I look at what i have, and if i'm going to heaven
But i been so bad, i don't know what good is
I been living so low, i feel just like a fool
I got several skins in me closet
None of which, now, is the same
The beggar, the priest
The thief, or the fog
I said, who am i today?
Skins...
All these identities
What identity do you have?
I look in the mirror, and what do i see?
I see eyes that lie unto thee
It's sad that i laugh, and i know that i'm wrong
'cause i'm twisting around in my own
Closet of skins
Identity hangs
The thief or the fog
The priest or the scum
Am i standing behind you with a knife?
Do i make you fear for your life?
Skins in our closet
Who are we today?
I said, skins...
Skins at the party
In which we talk away
Light lies in this darkness
At the party where we were inside the day
I said, now, who are you and me today?
The clothes you wear could be your just undoings
It could show someone else what you're not meant to be doing
It could be a lie in which you're living
Look in the mirror...what is your giving?
Giving what?
Identity!
Skins!
Identity!
Skins!
Skins...
I have several skins in me closet
I had about twenty myths
I look at my face, i see the disgrace
Of a man who doesn't know where to begin
Because, skins...
All i think about...identity
The priest or the fog
The garbage or the scum
I could be holding a knife
Do you fear for your life?
Skins...
But now i say, "no more, no more, no more identity...
No more closet of skins."
I said, "no more skins in me closet
I'm gonna be me today."