I have nothing left to prove No demonstrations, no explanations
There was never any intention for me to convince you

It's just another case of you with your formless sense of importance
You're breathing fire and your words are burning in hell
This rebellion is marching to it's disarray
It talks in circles and it's words are burning in hell

You are every inch of neutral So avert your senses from my dedication
Wash my skin down to my stubborn and proud skeleton hands Yeah

It's just another case of you with your formless sense of importance
You're breathing fire and your words are burning in hell
This rebellion is marching to it's disarray
It talks in circles and it's words are burning in hell

You're not getting under my skin! Yeah You're not getting under my skin!
You're not getting under my skin! You're not getting under my skin!
You're not getting under my skin! You're not getting under my skin under my skin!