Skin (Live)

The masquerader in the mirror

Appears to be a total stranger to me

He slips a film of glow through a glove on his hand

And puts my features where his face ought to be

Young flesh, young frame

Slow pulse, no pain

The face he fits is unmistakably mine

Without a trace he leaves the scene of the crime

The story always reads exactly the same

I need my live protection all the time

Young flesh, young frame

Slow pulse, no pain

Inside my fit on skin

Sometimes I wonder just where to begin

I need action, action, action, action

Inside my fit on skin

I make a novel of everything

It's like fiction, fiction, fiction, fiction

Inside my fit on skin

Another side of my twin

The face he fits is unmistakably mine

Without a trace he leaves the scene of the crime

The story always reads exactly the same

I need my live protection all the time

Young flesh, young frame

Slow pulse, no pain