Under My Skin

Bet your mind is gone

Melting in the scene

Sobriety come forth

Depression sinking in

Existential riddles, you're the only thing that's getting under my skin

I can quote what wise men said

Feel the bolts unscrewing in my head

Second wind has stopped me at your door

Your complexion when I ask for more

Again, no

Bet your love is done

Blurry and obscene

A sucker on the run

Redeeming all my sin

Hypodermic needles

Your'e the only thing that's getting under my skin

All the sand and gravel are blending into what was sometime green

Give it up my darling wise men said

I can't hide what's happening in my head

Second wind has stopped me at your door

Your complexion when I beg for more

Again, no