Ah ha, we've got the hemodynamic connection
We've got the hemodynamic connection
I still owe some dread on this hide
Allowing for my strength to muster, my losses begin to win

Swallowing my pride no longer, I take the forbidden sun
But I still owe some dread on this hide
And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine

Ooh, yeah

My skin cries, my spirits fly
Don't call me germ
My skin cries, my blood sighs

I'm a multicellular individual, you're way out of proportion
I still owe some dread on this hide

I can't ignore the scent of it, the scent of my screaming skin

Don't call me germ!
My skin cries, my spirit flies
My spirit flies, my blood sighs
My skin cries, my blood sighs
La, la, la, la
Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
My skin cries, my spirit flies
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la

And don't call me germ

Tropical winds start to bluster, raising the fur on my skin
My skin cries, my blood sighs

And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine
We've got the hemodynamic connection

But I still owe some dread on this hide
If I have been sculpted by hunger, I'm not the only one
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm a multicellular individual, you're way out of proportion
I'm a multicellular individual, you're way out of proportion
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
I still owe some dread on this hide of mine
My skin cries, my blood sighs
But I still owe some dread on this hide