floating along down a river of waste

as the world crumbles around me

my stomach cries out from the taste

of what man has come to be

names and styles so overrated

like a pestilence surround me

the soul that lies beneath the skin

is much more than you can see



the montagues and capulets

let egos kill their children

but picket fence can't block it out

they traded love for sin

the sun, the bombs, the SUVs

they cast their death on me

but SPF can't fend it off

in the ground's the place to be



beneath the skin - your real face

beneath the skin - to a deeper place

beneath the skin - your bleeding heart

beneath the skin - let the bleeding start...



vanity is your therapy

as you decorate your skin

everyday - just here to play

ashamed to look within

too high on your own esteem

to face your own failed dreams

living thru your children's eyes

the same mistakes again



beneath the skin - your real face

beneath the skin - to a deeper place

beneath the skin - your bleeding heart

beneath the skin - let the bleeding start...



but you drown it out

live in the "real" world

you found it out

told what to feel

beneath the skin