Throw some skin on the bones

Let it teach softness to the brave 

 

Throw some skin on the empty man

Faceless, longing for some soul to save him

 

Throw some skin on my death

Revive it, allow it grow into a baobab tree

 

Throw some skin on the joy I reincarnate

Let her become a humble prophet

 

Throw some skin on the one who pretends

Let the mirror reflect what’s on the inside

 

Throw some skin on every promise undone

Let it speak the unspoken thoughts

 

Throw some skin on the immigrant

Let him find his safe haven

 

Throw some skin on the tainted walls

Let it break the jawline of every void

 

Throw some skin on the sad employee

Let her come home tomorrow for dinner

 

Throw some skin on religion and tradition

Let them allow the people live

 

Throw some skin on the truth

Let it shame the devil

 

Throw some skin on fire

Let it cleanse every hate that’s ever lived

 

Throw some skin on love

Let it become the new currency.