Following my lust for wander
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 hide
I'm a multi-cellular individual
You're way out of proportion
We've got a hemodynamic connection
Don't call me germ
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
But I still owe some dread on this hide
I'm a multi-cellular 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 spirits fly
But I still owe some dread on this hide
I'm a multi-cellular individual
You're way out of proportion
We've got a hemodynamic connection
Don't call me germ
Swallowing my pride no longer
I take the forbidden sun
If I have been sculpted by hunger
I'm not the only one
My skin cries
My blood sighs
I still owe some dread on this hide of mine
I'm a multi-cellular individual
You're way out of proportion
We've got a hemodynamic connection
Don't call me germ
My skin cries
My spirit flies
But I still owe some dread on this hide
My skin cries
My blood sighs
And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine
My skin cries
My spirits fly
But I still owe some dread on this hide
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