Second Skin - Swingin Utters

Try to act this way and that

Become some beaming bitch’s pet

Though you’re feeling like a rat and it’s plain that you’re all that

You accuse yourself of selling out to the souls searching familiar clout

Excuse yourself for slipping still though your cleats are clung to this landfill

You wear your mask it’s second skin fits like a glove

You don disguise

'Cause pleasing them is all you think of

All you can hope to be is a shadow of the man once you could have become

You covet the catalyst and shun the sheep pocket the profits stolen from the

meek

Punish yourself for feeling vain

Banish yourself from the contented place

Tomorrow wants you every fucking day

You may as well start digging your own grave

You wear your mask it’s second skin fits like a glove

You’ve taken to task daydreaming shut-ins and their stocks

I’m all over it, all over it, all it’s fantastic fit so snug and smug and swell

You wear your mask it’s second skin fits like a glove

You wear your mask you bow your head keep on the road

You wear your mask it’s second skin fits like a glove

You wear your mask you bow your head keep on the road