Illustrations on me, animation for you    Stories on my body, always comin' true       You ask if I'm insane, pictures of pain    Your stare I wear    You ask what they mean, they seem obsene    So unclean       Sit a while and watch my friend    Tell a story or two within my skin       A thousand times the need I did undergo, head to toe    My flesh has made an outcast of me, my strife, scarred for life       Sit down children, as my life unfolds    My body moves cold       Illustrations on me, animation on you    Stories on my body, always comin' true