I spent seven long years on the edge of my seat
With a 44 magnum bringing the heat
No alibi inside; a loner
Take your shots at me
I won't be dancing again
'cause I can recognise my own
(recognise my own)
And there's nothing here but skin and bones
Skin & bones
Wake up, wake up
Waiting for devotion
Wake up, wake up
Waiting for the shadows to climb the walls
There's nothing left here but skin & bones
Wake up, wake up
Waiting for devotion
Wake up wake up
Waiting for the gallows to catch your fall
You'd call the shots
I'd imitate
Fall in line like a ricochet
But a guilty conscience won't recover
Biting bullets; taking shots to the teeth
So keep your opinion of me
Keep licking shots of lead you won't poison me
In your venom is the remedy
My heart will never bleed
I can recognise my own
Recognise my own
And there's nothing here but skin and bones
Telling you to wake up
To a finger pointing you in every direction
A pasteurised mentality
To shadow your reflection
A trait they never fail to mention
Your personality's in question
If you don't give into temptation
Better duck
Stand up
In the face of oppression
They'll try to break you down
To build you to their own evolution
You're just diluting yourself
To be accepted, corrected and misdirected
'til you're just another product
On their shelf
One of them, nothing more
Than just skin and bones
Wake up, wake up
Waiting for devotion
Wake up, wake up

Waiting for the shadows to climb the walls
There's nothing left here but skin & bones
Wake up, wake up
Waiting for devotion
Wake up, wake up
Waiting for the gallows to catch your fall
There's nothing left here but skin &
There's nothing left here but skin & bones
But skin & bones