Following my lust for wonder

Everywhere I've ever been

I can't escape the sound of it

The sound of my screaming skin

My skin cries

My blood sighs

I still owe some dread on this hide

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 hide

La, la, la, la, la, la, la

Laaaaaa

La, la, la, la, la, la, la

I'm a multicellular individual

Way out of proportion

We've got the hemo-dynamic 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

Ooohhh, Oooohhh

Yeah

I'm a multicellular individual

You're way out of proportion

We've got the hemo-dynamic connection

Don't call me germ

Swallowing my pride no longer

I taste the forbidden sun

If I have been slaughtered by hunger

I'm not the only one

My skin cries

My blood sighs

I still owe some dread on this hide of mine

La, la, la, la, la, la, la

La, la, la, la,

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

I'm a multicellular individual

Way out of proportion ah ha

We've got the hemo-dynamic 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