Meanwhile, Back In Communist Russia... - New Adventures lyrics

Unbandage me. strip this Winding-cloth of skins Unhand me here this Blood spot clot that seeps The husk and brands Me with dirt & lies Ragged & patched Clumsily cobbled; The fault lines of my Skin tell of all that I would hide. my Pulse's tick spells a Trash of dull deceit My skin a grease of insincere Caress *** These mummy bands will Cleanly peel, damp & Frail as fresh formed wings & i will unfurl to Something new; Something namelessly new