"Tomorrow you could be reborn,

in an explosion of sensation,

Is that what you want?

Sight and taste and sound,

burning up your new born baby soul...



Shed your skin,

maybe it would do you a service,

underneath

you know that it would be nothing to me,



tomorrow you could be reborn,

seize the oppertunity,

maybe useless flesh,

always dragged you down,

mirrors always breaking your soul



shed your skin [shed your skin]

maybe it would do you a service,

Underneath [underneath]

you know that it would be nothing to me



Nothing masks our needs to be happy,

no one crowds you out,



shed your skin [shed your skin]

maybe it would do you a service,

Underneath [underneath]

you know that it would be nothing to me



nothing beats the one you were given,

no one crowds you out..."