Illustrations on me, animation for you
Stories on my body, always comin' true
You ask if I'm insane, pictures of pain
Your stare I wear
You ask what they mean, they seem obsene
So unclean
Sit a while and watch my friend
Tell a story or two within my skin
A thousand times the need I did undergo, head to toe
My flesh has made an outcast of me, my strife, scarred for life
Sit down children, as my life unfolds
My body moves cold
Illustrations on me, animation on you
Stories on my body, always comin' - true
