Believable Picnic Shed My Skin
I tell myself that it's just fine
A little apathy
I lock the door it hides behind
And tell myself that it's just fine
{chorus}:
Oh bare my soul
Shed my skin
Oh [I can't wait to] bare my soul
Shed my skin
My flesh the cleverest disguise
My soul is lying still
A state of spiritual demise
My flesh the cleverest disguise
Baring my soul
I give You control
I want You to...
