Dead Skin - Crossfade

So I’m the king of all these things

Of this mess I have made

Such a waste, what a shame

My whole life is a fake

Well I’m a bore, and I’m sure

I’m a thorn inside of you

That has torn at you for years

The alcohol, the Demerol

These things never could replace

What a minute with you could do

To put a smile on my face

I’m a bore, and I’m sure

I’m a thorn inside of you

That has torn at me for years

I can’t get out of this dead skin

I can’t shed my skin

I’m not sure where to begin

Why can’t I begin again?

I can’t get under my dead skin

I can’t shed my skin

Can I sleep 'till then?

Phenobarbital and alcohol

These two surely will do

To knock me out, keep me down

At least a day or two

When I’m awake, I can taste

How bitter I’ve become

And it’s more than I can bear

Some days, I pray

Someone will blow me away

Make it quick, but let it burn

So I can feel my life fade

Well I’m a waste, and I can taste

How bitter I’ve become

And it’s more than I can bear

I can’t get out of this dead skin

I can’t shed my skin

I’m not sure where to begin

Why can’t I begin again?

I can’t get under my dead skin

I can’t shed my skin

Can I sleep 'till then?

I can’t shed my skin

I can’t shed my skin

I can’t get out of this dead skin

I can’t shed my skin

I’m not sure where to begin

Why can’t I begin again?

I can’t get under my dead skin

I can’t shed my skin

Can I sleep 'till then?