These tears are carving trenches in my skin.
Put down the microscope, rip off my scales and take a look inside,
´cause I feel like... like Jesus don´t... don´t come around much more these days.

Skeletons are falling out through every fracture.
Look away, look away. There´s nothing to see here.

Lies and mistakes all know me by my name, and...
and now they refuse to leave me alone, haunting me with their mutiny.

But there´s no future in... in being a dinosaur, and...
and there´s no future in the way I have been living.
But there´s a hell of a past, so pull up a chair and I´ll give you a good story,
because I know you´re not attracted to the truth.

Skeletons are falling out through every fracture.
Look away, look away. There´s nothing to see here.
Skeletons are falling out through every fracture.
Look away, look away. There´s nothing to see here.

There´s a hell of a past, so pull up a chair and I´ll give you a good story.