Skin

The masquerader in the mirror

Appears to be a total stranger to me

He slips a film of glow through a glove on his hand

And puts my features where his face ought to be

Young flesh, young frame

Slow pulse, no pain

The face he fits is unmistakably mine

Without a trace he leaves the scene of the crime

The story always reads exactly the same

I need my live protection all the time

Young flesh, young frame

Slow pulse, no pain

Inside my fit on the skin

Sometimes I wonder just where to begin

I need action, action, action, action, action, action, action, action

Inside my fit on the skin

I make a novel of everything

It's like fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction

Inside my fit on the skin

Another side of my

The face he fits is unmistakably mine

Without a trace he leaves the scene of the crime

The story always reads exactly the same

I need my live protection all the time

Young flesh, young frame

Slow pulse, no pain

Inside my fit on the skin

Sometimes I wonder just where to begin

I need action, action, action, action, action, action, action, action

Inside my fit on the skin

I make a novel out of everything

It's like fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction

Inside my fit on the skin

Another side of my

Inside my fit on the skin

Sometimes I wonder just where to begin

I need action, action, action, action, action, action, action, action

Inside my fit on the skin

I make a novel out of everything

It's like fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction

Inside my fit on the skin

Another side of my twin