Like fuck your skin, nobody needs it

There's bones, muscle and blood, what's realer than fat and tendons?

It's raw, no soft tissue to draw your eyes to it

So far flesh ain't the truest at all, let's rip into it

We all sick of the missed shots

Passed over like the last man picked, no team, so pissed off

That's not honesty, that's just soft curves

Got your world flipped, got you making mixtapes for girls

And that's the skin again, let's blame the skin again

Stretching itself so fluidly over these awkward ligaments

And I didn't shave today, I probably won't tomorrow

When it's safe to say I'm never gonna shed these extra-

Yeah, so

Fuck it, back to the wall

Crush it, laugh at 'em all

Hush, let 'em try to find the beauty in your face

Yeah, something more than a song

Hating? Aw come on