Verse
Scanner reads the heat off my wrist
Door remembers what my hand is
Skin goes thin under the light
Grid decides if I've got a right
Barcode blinks where my pulse should be
Number replaces what used to be me
Current runs where my nerves once led
Machine keeps count of the blood I shed
Pre-Chorus
Tell me where the border ends
Skin or wire, they're blurring in
Chorus
Skinless in the machine
No skin left between
Skinless in the machine
Nothing left to screen
Verse
Hundred wrists on the same red beam
Skin turns data, data turns steam
Sensor hums where my name went dead
Circuit wears the shape of my head
Temperature grid, every chest the same
Skin can't hold on to its own claim
Voltage low where my hand used to feel
Chrome remembers, but I don't feel real
Pre-Chorus
Tell me where the border ends
Skin or wire, they're blurring in
Chorus
Skinless in the machine
No skin left between
Skinless in the machine
Nothing left to screen
Bridge
Scan
Read
Erase
Merge
Current
Runs
Skin
Gone
Chorus
Skinless in the machine
No skin left between
Skinless in the machine
Nothing left to screen