So I'm the king of all these things of this mess I have made
Such a waste what a shame my whole life is a fake
Well I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you
that has torn at you for years
The alcohol the demerol these things never could replace
What a minute with you could do to put a smile on my face
I'm a bore and I'm sure I'm a thorn inside of you that has torn at me for years
I can't get out of this dead skin I can't she'd my skin
I'm not sure where to begin why can't I begin again
I can't get under my dead skin I can't she'd my skin
Can I sleep 'til then [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/c/crossfade/dead_skin.html ]
Phenobarbital and alcohol these two surely will do
To knock me out keep me down
at least a day or two
When I'm awake I can taste
how bitter I've become
And it's more than I can bear
Someday I pray someone will blow me away
Make it quick but let it burn so I can feel my life fade
Well I'm a waste and I can taste how bitter I've become and it's more than I can bear
I can't get out of this dead skin
I can't she'd my skin
Not sure where to begin
Why can't I begin again
I can't get under my dead skin
I can't she'd my skin
Can I sleep till then
Whisper: I can't she'd my skin, I can't she'd my skin
(guitar solo)
I can't get out of this dead skin
Not sure where to begin
I can't get under my dead skin
Can I sleep till then
I can't get out of this dead skin
I can't she'd my skin
I'm not sure where to begin
I can't she'd my sin
Can I sleep till then
I think we all put up these masks to show everyone how "good" we are doing. Sometimes when we can't live up to those expectations, our masks eat away at us.. Leaving us with a dead skin.. A dead mask that is hard to shed.