Displaced

Spend the day basking in the cloud,
Thinking of filthy apparitions forming in my mind,
Why is the mirror changing all the time,
Constantly replacing the thoughts in my head,
I writhe around and think in my bed,
of the plastic masks laughing out loud.

I am
Displaced,
rattled round,
I don't want this skin no more.

This dead skin that peels
down to my naked heels
stain in the face that starts in the brain
I really wish my image would wash off in the rain.

I really feel your pain....
I really wish it would wash off in the rain...

I am
Displaced,
rattled round,
I don't want this skin no more.