Seeking New Skin - Sapient

These razorblades seeking new skin

Out your bleeding, dress up those wounds like ballerinas

These crazy days, peep the news print

Crowds of demons, bodies houses for foul diseases

These mainstream changelings

I put no trust on them

They say that trends will save me

So I pray that I’m up on them

They want to fuck with my babies

Then I’ll roll up and buck on them

It’s twenty lashes just for dummy practice

They say Slump is magic but Sape’s unimaginative

I want to see twenty racks when I lift up the mattress

And that’s real talk

Put up your digits for worship

While I dream of no plastic

I’m trying to make perfect

So no time for no practice

I don’t kick it with urchins

Oh no, I’m on some grown man shit

It’s too late now

I don’t know what to do

It’s too late now

I don’t know what to do

I stay up late now

And shoot antique guns at the moon

Doot doo doot doo, I better lay down