Following my lust for wonder
  Everywhere I've ever been
  I can't escape the sound of it
  The sound of my screaming skin
  My skin cries
  My blood sighs
  I still owe some dread on this hide
  Following my trust in wonder
  I watch the circus begin
  I can't ignore the scent of it
  The scent of my screaming skin
  My skin cries
  My blood sighs
  I still owe some dread on this hide
  La, la, la, la, la, la, la
  Laaaaaa
  La, la, la, la, la, la, la
  I'm a multicellular individual
  Way out of proportion
  We've got the hemo-dynamic connection
  Don't call me germ
  Allowing for my strength to muster
  My losses begin to win
  Tropical winds start to bluster
  Raising the fur on my skin
  My skin cries
  My spirits fly
  But I still owe some dread on this hide
  Ooohhh, Oooohhh
  Yeah
  I'm a multicellular individual
  You're way out of proportion
  We've got the hemo-dynamic connection
  Don't call me germ
  Swallowing my pride no longer
  I taste the forbidden sun
  If I have been slaughtered by hunger
  I'm not the only one
  My skin cries
  My blood sighs
  I still owe some dread on this hide of mine
  La, la, la, la, la, la, la
  La, la, la, la,
  La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
  I'm a multicellular individual
  Way out of proportion ah ha
  We've got the hemo-dynamic connection
  Don't call me germ
  My skin cries
  My spirit flies
  But I still owe some dread on this hide
  My skin cries
  My blood sighs
  And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine