Following my lust for wonder,
everywhere I've ever been.
I can't escape from the sound of it,
the sound of my screaming skin.
My
skin cries,
my blood sighs,
I still owe some dread on this hike.
Following my trust in wonder,
I watch the circus begin.
I can't ignore the scent of it,
the scent of my screaming skin.
My skin cries,
my blood sighs, I
still owe some dread on this hike.
I'm a multicellular individual,
you're way out of proportion.
We've got a hemodynamic connection,
don't call me germ.
Allowing for my strength to muster,
my losses begin to win.
Tropical winds start to bluster,
raising the fur on my skin.
My
skin cries,
my spirit's fly,
but I still owe some dread on this hike.
I'm a multicellular individual,
you're way out of proportion.
We've got a hemodynamic connection,
don't call me germ.
Sunning my pride no longer,
I take the forbidden sun.
If I have been salted by hunger,
I'm not the only one.
My skin cries,
my blood sighs, I
still owe some dread on this hike.
I'm a multicellular individual,
you're way out of proportion.
We've got a hemodynamic connection,
don't call me germ.
My
skin cries,
my
spirit's fly,
but I still owe some dread on this hike.
My skin cries, my blood sighs,
and
I still owe some dread on this hike.
I'm a multicellular individual, you're way out
of proportion.
We've got
a hemodynamic connection, don't call me germ.
My
skin cries,
my
spirit's fly,
but I still owe some dread on this hike.