I want you to focus on the surface
But you are fixated on the core
I don't want you to see anymore
Keep your eyes on bright lights and projections
Between them and what's inside there's no connection
They don't see eye to eye anymore
Oh what's on the surface won't make you run away
Oh what's on the surface won't make you run away
The shell is still intact, never fails to impress
But back in the darkroom all the pictures are a mess
Who needs to know, who needs to see?
Who needs to find out what's underneath?
And what is forbidden should stay a mystery, a mystery
Oh what's on the surface won't make you run away
Oh what's on the surface won't make you run away
Oh what's on the surface won't make you run away
For what's underneath, well how should I say?
