Following my lust for wonder Everywhere I've ever been I can't escape the sound of it The sound of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide Following my trust in wonder I watch the circus begin I can't ignore the scent of it The scent of my screaming skin My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide La, la, la, la, la, la, la Laaaaaa La, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm a multicellular individual Way out of proportion We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ Allowing for my strength to muster My losses begin to win Tropical winds start to bluster Raising the fur on my skin My skin cries My spirits fly But I still owe some dread on this hide Ooohhh, Oooohhh Yeah I'm a multicellular individual You're way out of proportion We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ Swallowing my pride no longer I taste the forbidden sun If I have been slaughtered by hunger I'm not the only one My skin cries My blood sighs I still owe some dread on this hide of mine La, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la I'm a multicellular individual Way out of proportion ah ha We've got the hemo-dynamic connection Don't call me germ My skin cries My spirit flies But I still owe some dread on this hide My skin cries My blood sighs And I still owe some dread on this hide of mine