Under My Skin Lyrics

Stuck in cycle, like a recital that's being recycled

Now, I can't sleep when I'm trying to make ends meet

I can't write in a generation so tight

There's an autocrat breathing down my neck

There's a factory printing out the trends.

There's a currency controlling every man

Are we really making music? Is what I find amusing

What about the kids? What about them

Can a boy chase a dream without following the regime

Am I blend, am I boring, am I bad for not conforming

Should I give up everything I believe in

Put on your best façade is picture perfect time to pose

Get into the main stream, get into its permit

Everything you do is about to be examined

What is the point of this, where is the good in this?

I feel it under my skin. (It's crawling deep within)

What's taken over us, pouring salt into our cuts?

I feel it under my skin. (It's crawling deep within)

I can't breathe!

Spent it on my pen, these days I've been busy with amends.

Everything thing I do has to fit in one plate.

How do I create without sealing in my fate?

Don't get me wrong if I could change this you know I would.

One song at a time, shed light on the lies.

Let the truth set you free cause' the end is nigh.

I said the end is nigh!

What is the point of this, where is the good in this?

I feel it under my skin. (It's crawling deep within)

What's taken over us, pouring salt into our cuts?

I feel it under my skin. (It's crawling deep within)

This is the government's world, you better work till you die.

We all have dreams, don't give them to the great machine.

What is the point of this, where is the good in this?

I feel it under my skin. (It's crawling deep within)

What's taken over us, pouring salt into our cuts?

I feel it under my skin. (It's crawling deep within)