I wanna know what's inside I slip into your house Well I can't take for granted How your bones are planted What things appear to be They're just illusions to me I wanna get inside and move around I wanna get inside and swirm all around
[Ohh....]
This is my work of art Pull back the skin Rearrange the bones
The ground beneath the grass The truth behind the lie The love between the hate Woah, but it's the skin you see And it's the skin you want
This is my work of art Pull back the skin Rearrange the bones
It's not the skin that matters It's not the skin that matters It's not the skin, it's the bones
Don't lay your troubles on me When you refuse to see One hundred years from now It's the bones you'll see On hundred years from now What's left of you and me
This is my first......hell-no Pull back the skin Blow upon the bones
Hold your hand up to the light Hold your lies up to the light Hold your hate up to the light You see the gnarled, twisted and broken...bonesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
