"Crispy Skin" lyrics

"Crispy Skin"

We call it
Something else
To disguise
Our memory
Do you recall?
The carpet shops?
Those little books
That help you make decisions

Am I the bad one?
Yep, yes I am

I couldn't eat
Another thing
No more pages and pages of crispy skin

Am I the bad one?
Yep, yes I am
Thought it could change me, well here I am
Am I the bad one?
Yep, yes I am
Thought it could change me, well here I am

All those words
That I read
Do nothing
How I think
Selfishly
Crispy skin
Hit them once
Not again

Wide eyed
My first day
Your first day
How we've changed
I don't wince
While I read
Tucked in bed
What's wrong with me?
We keep them underground
We keep them on our page
We love their crispy skin
'Cause it's something that we crave
We keep them round the back
And we keep them on our page
We love their crispy skin
'Cause it's something that we crave
One hit right between eyes
It's become so easy that's no surprise
One hit right between the eyes
It's become so easy to take a life

Am I the bad one?
Yeah, yes I am
Thought it could change me
Well here I am
Well here I am
Well here I am

All those words
That I read
Do nothing
How I think

The blood drips drips faster than you can think
The blood drips drips faster than you can think


Writer(s): Oliver Judge, Laurie Nankivell, Arthur Leadbetter, Louis Borlase, Anton Pearson
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