out side

 

the other side of skin

the stuff that lies within

the line you drew

the place we met

where we begin

 

echo, lie, repeat

echo, lie, repeat

 

the knife of ambition

of sticking it in

of threatening me

of not giving in

out of my skull

 

echo, lie, repeat

echo, lie, repeat

 

waiting to dance now

walking the floor

a tune in my head

being greedy

me wanting more

 

echo, lie, repeat

echo, lie, repeat

echo, lie, repeat