Illustrations on me, animation for you
Stories on my body, always comin' true

You ask if I'm insane, pictures of pain
Your stare I wear
You ask what they mean, they seem obsene
So unclean

Sit a while and watch my friend
Tell a story or two within my skin

A thousand times the need I did undergo, head to toe
My flesh has made an outcast of me, my strife, scarred
For life

Sit down children, as my life unfolds
My body moves cold

Illustrations on me, animation on you
Stories on my body, always comin' – true