Second Skin Songtext
von Swingin’ Utters

Try to act this way and that
Become some beaming bitch′s pet
You feel like a rat
And it's plain that you′re all that
You accuse yourself of selling out
To the souls searching familiar clout
And excuse yourself for slipping still
Though your cleats are clung to this landfill.
You wear your mask it's second skin fits like a glove
You don disguises 'cause pleasing them is all you think of.
All you can hope to be is a shadow of
The man you once could have become
You covet the catalyst and shun the sheep


Pocket the profits stolen from the meek
Punish yourself for feeling vain
Banish yourself from the contented place
Tomorrow wants you every fucking day
You may as well start digging your own grave.
You wear your mask it′s second skin fits like a glove
You′ve taken to task daydreaming shut-ins and their stocks.
I'm all over it
All over it all
It′s fantastic fit
So snug and smug and swell.
You wear your mask it's second skin fits like a glove
You wear your mask you bow your head keep on the road