In Skin

Memories melt in my mind and who I think I am will die

Reasons why i try to find I'm multiplying in my head, I'm seeing patterns

My head is going faster than the body that I see in bed

I'm letting go forever, it's hurting, but doesn't that mean that I'm growing?

Change the blood that I am holding, who am I controlling?

Is he wrong for listening to demons calling, talking to the open door?

He's down the hall, went in the wrong direction

Getting sick of his perception, he will tell you what he finds inside

But soon forget this state of mind, keep running in and out of time

His sense of self has always been a lie