Paroles de Changing Skins

Every day a new me Every day a new skin I'm me within The centre of a tornado Stillness Oppressive, dull Nascent, emotion Intent, culled A vacuum filled with nothing Calm, explosive force Tides of matter sweeping Scope, such devastating force A mind filled with vitality Creation, a dozen six days Powerful, vital, alive A paraplegic to the world I orchestrate my world Never ending chaotic overtures Orchestrated by the world I orchestrate my world Forever ending chaotic overtures Reasons by to suit the circumstances Flickering images hurtle into oblivion Reality shifting, filling within sockets Sockets of the mind, identity defines Orchestrated by the world I think I orchestrate the world Every day a new me Every skin a new me Every day a new skin