[Verse 1]
Separate yourself
From the rusted shell
Of a hermit in the wood
Poor judgement
The self defeating pen
Wrote the stupid afterword
[Verse 2]
You can bare your skin
If you let them in
More incentive for the whore
It's a naked hell
There's nothing left to sell
Pure intention is a bore
[Bridge]
Hmm, hmm, in the dark
Hmm, hmm, I'll keep looking out the door
Hmm, head's still in the dark
Hmm