Following my lust for wonder
Everywhere I've ever been
I can't escape the sound of it
The sound of my screaming skin

My skin cries
My blood sighs
I still owe some dread on this hide

Following my trust in wonder
I watch the circus begin
I can't ignore the scent of it
The scent of my screaming skin

My skin cries
My blood sighs
I still owe some dread on this hide

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Laaaaaa
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm a multicellular individual
Way out of proportion
We've got the hemo-dynamic connection
Don't call me germ

Allowing for my strength to muster
My losses begin to win
Tropical winds start to bluster
Raising the fur on my skin

My skin cries
My spirits fly
But I still owe some dread on this hide

Ooohhh, Oooohhh
Yeah
I'm a multicellular individual
You're way out of proportion
We've got the hemo-dynamic connection
Don't call me germ

Swallowing my pride no longer
I taste the forbidden sun
If I have been slaughtered by hunger
I'm not the only one

My skin cries
My blood sighs
I still owe some dread on this hide of mine

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la,
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm a multicellular individual
Way out of proportion ah ha
We've got the hemo-dynamic connection
Don't call me germ
My skin cries
My spirit flies
But I still owe some dread on this hide

My skin cries
My blood sighs
And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine