[singer A] They stitched me from the pieces that the graveyard threw away, A little bit of him, a little bit of her, and the parts they couldn't save. I woke up in this body and I didn't know my name — Every scar upon this skin, and I can't recall the pain. Doctor said "it's alive," but he never said it's mine, I'm a quilt of other people just trying to pass the time. [transition] [singer B] But these hands... these hands have held the dying, And this heart... this heart ain't done trying. This is borrowed skin, but the soul is mine! Every stitch a sin, but I'm doing fine! You can wear the past, you can shed the pain — Borrowed skin don't make you borrowed, you can live again! [singer A] Yeah, I was pieced together from the broken and the lost, Every part of me came with a terrible cost. The arm that holds you used to steal, the eyes that see you cried, Half of me was dead before the other half arrived. But I decide what these hands do, I decide where these feet go — I ain't what I was made from, I'm what I choose to show. [transition] [singer B] 'Cause these hands... these hands have held the dying, And this heart... this heart ain't done trying. This is borrowed skin, but the soul is mine! Every stitch a sin, but I'm doing fine! You can wear the past, you can shed the pain — Borrowed skin don't make you borrowed, you can live again! [singer A] Maybe I was never meant to be beautiful... Maybe I was meant to be proof — That even what was thrown away Can still find its way to the truth. This is borrowed skin, but the soul is mine! Every stitch a sin, and I'm doing fine! You can wear the past, you can shed the pain — Borrowed skin don't make you borrowed... you can live again. [solo outro] Borrowed skin... my soul... mine.
