Clear Skin Worth $10K

The world is a malnourished utopia A bath in bat blood lotion Pores too clean Clear skin worth $10K Baby I’m too anxious to exist, okay Every compliment is fake But there’s a simple moment In the glottis Where I was finding your voice Outstretching to mine Wrapped around my vocal chords Like a 2nd spine Captivating me I could never flee You're my siren Clear skin worth $10K I hate looking at myself Every single day The man atop the ladder told me pay the pain away Simple fix and cure to make everything okay Baby I’m too wired to exist, okay But there’s a simple moment In the larynx Where I was finding your voice I was lost in the jungle Every single day Cutting my fingers off for an invisible master They’re leading the way by millions But I wish I could go faster Every day the same thoughts spewing out of other people's mouths Makes me feel like my head's a disaster Momentary lapse of reason Now I’m plastered I wish I had clear skin Maybe I’d be free of sin I wish I had clear skin Maybe I’d be free of sin I wish I had clear skin Maybe I’d be free of sin