There is a new instinct inside my head today.
And it's telling me that I shouldn't make myself wait.
For all the world around me to go away.
Because I'm hating what I'm seeing.

Caught up in a dream, caught up in a scheme.
Caught up by the way I'm feeling.
No wonder the truth.

Is not made up of proof. There's always other meanings. Always other meanings.
Now everything in life seems fabricated.
And every face I see has a story to tell.
I wish I knew more about this life.
So I could have a story as well.

It feels like the first time,
and I can always shed my skin.

I come back to save face, don't you know it's my face.
From one extreme to the next, I will follow.
Got a feeling in my chest that wants to explore.
Everything just seems so different.
But I'm sure I've been here before.

It feels like the first time, and I can always shed my skin.
I come back to save face, don't you know it's my thing.

Come over, come see why.
I'm in a moment that I just can't explain.
I need to, to warn me now.
Over road and and I see I'm down, down today.
And I feel like I'm lost in every way.

Yea-eahh, ooooo

Gonna shed my skin, shed my skin,
shed my skin. (There's always other meanings)
Gonna shed my skin, shed my skin,
shed my skin. (Always other meanings).