Title: “Skin Suit” Verse 1 I got no face of my own, just a gallery of stolen grace I learn your laughter, wear it after, then I paint it on my face I watch what hurts you, watch what works, then put my halo in its place I call it love so you won’t see the sickness hiding in my veins I got no center, just a cellar where the dead things go to wait A mouth full of your sacred pieces, chewed and swallowed into waste You think I feel, but I just mirror what will keep you in your place Then cut the cord and leave you shaking like you never had a name Verse 2 I am a user, I seduce you, then reduce you into need I turn your mercy to a leash and make you beg for scraps from me I take your secrets, take your softness, take your oxygen to breathe Then say you’re crazy when you notice something evil underneath I like the worship, like the shimmer in your eyes before you bleed I like the moment you go hollow trying to make sense out of me I am not broken, I am chosen by the dark that planted seeds A pretty corpse with perfect manners and a mouth too clean to read Pre-Chorus I don’t love, I feed I don’t break, I peel I don’t cry, I leak I don’t touch, I steal Chorus I’m just a skin suit, stitched tight, walking like a human being Teeth white, lips sweet, but there’s nothing real behind the scene I take your heartbeat, wear it briefly, make your whole world bend to me Then toss you out like dead flowers, like you never meant a thing But I met a blacker mirror, something colder, something clean Something crueler than my cruelty, something starved enough to see And he gutted me the way I gutted everybody in my reach Now I taste the kind of darkness I was serving in my sleep Verse 3 Then he came in soft as smoke, but every word he said would sting He saw the rot beneath my charm and smiled like he had come for me He didn’t chase, he didn’t beg, he didn’t drown beneath my needs He just studied all my angles like a butcher sizing meat He took my tactics, sharpened them, then carved them deeper in my teeth Made me ache for his attention like the fools I used to keep He turned my hunger into handcuffs, turned my ego into grief And left me naked in the truth that I was never hard to read Verse 4 See, that’s the horror—there was never any soul to wound beneath Just a habit dressed in perfume, just a void that learned to speak I am made of borrowed gestures, counterfeit affection, plastic heat Every “I adore you” was a knife I kept behind my teeth I don’t miss you, I miss power, miss the supply, the high, the feast Miss the way your love would kneel and offer up its throat to me But now I’m on the floor unmasked, and something worse has come to eat And I can feel my own reflection putting its mouth around my screams Pre-Chorus I don’t love, I feed I don’t ache, I need I don’t trust, I trap I don’t stay, I leave Chorus I’m just a skin suit, stitched tight, walking like a human being Teeth white, lips sweet, but there’s nothing real behind the scene I take your heartbeat, wear it briefly, make your whole world bend to me Then toss you out like dead flowers, like you never meant a thing But I met a blacker mirror, something colder, something clean Something crueler than my cruelty, something starved enough to see And he gutted me the way I gutted everybody in my reach Now I taste the kind of darkness I was serving in my sleep Bridge Under the velvet, under the beauty, under the practiced poise and speech There’s just a thief with perfect posture and a famine underneath No true self to save, no child to blame, no deep good soul to reach Just a clever little monster built to take and never keep So when he broke me, it was justice with a razor, slow and clean Like watching God drag my disguise face-first across the street Now every mask I ever wore is hanging from me, piece by piece And every ghost I made is staring while I choke on what I’ve been Final Chorus I’m just a skin suit, stitched tight, walking like a human being Teeth white, lips sweet, but there’s nothing real behind the scene I took your heartbeat, wore it briefly, made your whole world bend to me Then tossed you out like dead flowers, like you never meant a thing Till something blacker climbed inside me, pulled my falsehood to the surface Showed me I was never wounded—I was worshipping the serpent Now I’m the one discarded, starving, shaking, ugly, weak And the truth of who I am is finally louder than the scream Outro No soul, just appetite No heart, just parasite No face, just stolen light And now the dark calls me by mine
