Always kept my secrets wrapped in pain I've rarely felt the calm before the storm It's not thick skin, it's me A disability A phantom heart, a severed thought Feelings that I used to have Now they're gone blurred inside of me Something that I used to be But it died deep inside of me The shades of my grin hint the way in The scars on my skin mark the way out It's not thick skin, it's me A disability A phantom hear, a severed thought Feelings that I used to have Now they're gone blurred inside of me Something that I used to be But it died deep inside of me Something that I used to hate Crowned itself and got rid of me Skin has always been a comfort Skin has always been a comfort I want the luxury of missing a beat The poetry in a pleasant dream for once But all I see is red! Skin has always been a comfort Cut or caressed For once I need to be the shepherd Not driven nor possessed To guide myself But though the cage around my heart stops The blood from my head I still see red Yes all I see is red!