Текст песни EMF - Skin

Way too many dreams

Get lost in silent screams

How can you count the cost of a city

Bursting at the seams

With red lights, quiet sinners

Killer cops, t.v. dinners

A wind of change for all the deadheads

That need blowing away

I blew you far away to have a dream

And you came back to say its out there

Dont let it get away

But still youre here with hours to kill

Youre murdered so many, youre serially ill

Youll wait for another

And youll kill again

Show me your skin

I need to get in

Why did you do it

Was it just for fun

To put me out the picture

Or out of misery

Was it a shock

Was it a plea

Was it a question, tell me

Did you get any answers?

Show me your skin

I need to get in

Have you seen what its like

To be really free

Or is everything a mess

Like it is inside

Is it a test

A russian roulette

A gamble with life

Or just a bet?

Is it london town

Is it n.y.c

Is it anarchy

Tell me did you get any answers?

Show me your skin

I need to get in