Skin Shed at the Threshold

Verse

Scanner reads the print off my thumb

Door remembers, I go numb

One step forward, the old shell cracks

Skin stays folded on the rack

Card in the slot, the light turns green

Nothing crosses that isn't clean

I leave my name in the turnstile slot

Whoever enters, I am not

Pre-Chorus

The threshold counts what I let go

Cell by cell in the doorway's glow

Chorus

Skin shed at the threshold

Nothing carried through

Skin shed at the threshold

Empty walks into you

Verse

Second door and the light strips bare

Every layer dissolves to air

Barcode blinking where my face should be

Grid don't ask what's left of me

Steel jamb narrow, my shoulders thin

Only the outline gets to enter in

Whatever's shed stays pinned to the frame

Nobody claims it, nobody's name

Pre-Chorus

The threshold counts what I let go

Cell by cell in the doorway's glow

Chorus

Skin shed at the threshold

Nothing carried through

Skin shed at the threshold

Empty walks into you

Bridge

Peel

Latch

Gone

Blank

Frame

Holds

No

Rank

Chorus

Skin shed at the threshold

Nothing carried through

Skin shed at the threshold

Empty walks into you