| Following my lust for wander | |
| Everywhere I've ever been, | |
| I can't escape the sound of it | |
| The sound of my screaming skin. | |
| My skin cries. | |
| My blood sighs. | |
| I still owe some dread on this hide. | |
| Following my trust in wonder | |
| I watch the circus begin. | |
| I can't ignore the scent of it | |
| The scent of my screaming skin. | |
| My skin cries. | |
| My blood sighs. | |
| I still owe some dread on this hide. | |
| La la la la la la la. | |
| La la la la la la la. | |
| I'm a multicellular individual. | |
| You're way out of proportion! | |
| We've got the hemodynamic connection. | |
| Don't call me germ! | |
| Allowing for my strength to muster. | |
| My losses begin to win. | |
| Tropical winds start to bluster, | |
| Raising the fur on my skin. | |
| My skin cries. | |
| My spirits fly. | |
| But I still owe some dread on this hide. | |
| Oooh. | |
| Yeah! | |
| I'm a multicellular individual. | |
| You're way out of proportion! | |
| We've got the hemodynamic connection. | |
| And don't call me germ! | |
| Swallowing my pride no longer, | |
| I take the forbidden sun. | |
| If I have been sculpted by hunger, | |
| I'm not the only one. | |
| My skin cries. | |
| My blood sighs. | |
| I still owe some dread on this hide of mine. | |
| La la la la la la la. | |
| La la la la. | |
| La la la la la la la la. | |
| I'm a multicellular individual. | |
| You're way out of proportion, ah ha! | |
| We've got the hemodynamic connection. | |
| Don't call me germ! | |
| My skin cries. | |
| My spirit flies. | |
| But I still owe some dread on this hide. | |
| My skin cries. | |
| My blood sighs. | |
| And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine. | |
| My spirit flies. | |
| My blood sighs. | |
| And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine. | |
| My skin cries. | |
| My spirit flies. | |
| But I still owe some dread on this hide. |
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