paroles de chanson Skin - Nonpoint

You're barely getting by with your half-hearted attempts
You pass part of the test, and fail the rest
Because the things you know, you also know so half-heart
You join mass murder parties cause you hear it's a trend
That's when all the fun ends, when the funds end
That's when the people who were your friends turn their backs all of a sudden

But oh, I gotta take a breath for a second
Before I wreck the impression with my confusing expression
Because I know the way I do the things I do
Might cause a situation or an excessive reaction from you
And it might be what I wanna do
It might be what I wanna do

Take you
Try to shake you
Break you out of your habits
Can you feel me?
Do you hear me?
Can you look inside and see past the skin this time?

And if I thought you could, we wouldn't be here
And if I thought I could, I wouldn't be in tears
It might be a better idea if I hide for a while, behind a face with a smile

Tell wild stories of our glory days
Make the same mistakes we made yesterday

But oh, you still try to feed the obsession
With other people's possessions
Try to dodge all the questions
Because you know the way the world treats your kind
You wouldn't last long enough to be a part of a greater design
Of a better human kind
Of a better human kind

Take you
Try to shake you
Break you out of your habits
Can you feel me?
Do you hear me?
Can you look inside and see past the skin this time?

My eyes are opening up
Your time is running out to make a choice
What are you going to do when it's gone?
How do you expect to get on with no voice?
You get what you want from who you need
You say things you know bring animosity
You think you'll be a better person in the end
I think you need a little common sense
A lesson in common sense
A lesson in common sense

Take you
Try to shake you
And break you out of your habits
Can you feel me?
Do you hear me?
Can you look inside and see past the skin this time?
Past the skin this time
Past the skin this time
Past the skin this time
Past the skin this time