Skin — текст песни (Rainmakers)

(B. Walkenhorst)
Who am I, I don`t know, I have no idea
When my friends look at me I wonder who they think they`re seeing
Search me, layer by layer
But inside I`m afraid you`ll find thin air
Yeah, yes, guess again
Who we might be underneath this skin
What makes me tick? How should I know,
I`ve been trained like a monkey
The bell rings and I start to jones like a junkie
What turns me on? I wish I knew
Wish I could tell the real thing
My honest desire from my conditioning
Touch me now, now touch me again
I want to feel something real coming through this skin
I`ve been boxing with my shadow, winded and tagged
I can`t punch my way our of a paper bag
It`s as thick as you think, thin as the reasoning you bought
I`m a mummy wrapped in a gauze of my own thoughts
And I want to know who I`d be
If I never had bathed in the static, the snow, and the radio wave
The flickering image, the pandering thought
That`s been passed off and on
To be the blueprint of God
Hey yes, guess again
Who we might be if we could shed this skin