Take my skin.
I can't wait till you're in
So the whisper of sin can erase my face (my face)
If you start to think of how
I traded love for hate
And why I chase the rain.
Get in the fire with die-cast hardware.
This forced emotion to never give a care.
When the needle hits the skin
And the paper touches pen
I will let go of myself and do this all over again.