Do I have
Someone else
I could pretend to be
New set of clothes, new history
A face that I could steal
I've got nothing left in my head but dirt
In my eyes, in my lungs
Telling lies of what I've done
Shedding skin, drinking sun
Maybe I could be a
Reptile under a gun
Changing
My colours
Changing
My colours 'till I am no one
Waking up in a desert dream
Exiled by my mind
Blistered feet and a withered tongue
No idea who I've become
Altered truths are leaking through my teeth
Paranoid and visceral
Can't avoid this ritual
All I want it to break this curse
But it feels like I've been
Crawling in reverse
Changing
My colours
Changing
My colours 'till I am no one
Changing
My colours
Changing
My colours 'till I am no one
