floating along down a river of waste
as the world crumbles around me
my stomach cries out from the taste
of what man has come to be
names and styles so overrated
like a pestilence surround me
the soul that lies beneath the skin
is much more than you can see

the montagues and capulets
let egos kill their children
but picket fence can't block it out
they traded love for sin
the sun, the bombs, the SUVs
they cast their death on me
but SPF can't fend it off
in the ground's the place to be

beneath the skin - your real face
beneath the skin - to a deeper place
beneath the skin - your bleeding heart
beneath the skin - let the bleeding start

vanity is your therapy
as you decorate your skin
everyday - just here to play
ashamed to look within
too high on your own esteem
to face your own failed dreams
living thru your children's eyes
the same mistakes again

beneath the skin - your real face
beneath the skin - to a deeper place
beneath the skin - your bleeding heart
beneath the skin - let the bleeding start

but you drown it out
live in the "real" world
you found it out
told what to feel
beneath the skin