I Want What’s Under Your Skin

I Want What’s Under Your Skin

Your watch, your car, the house on the hill
that shiny trash is cute
But it isn’t the reason I’m standing here
staring at the suit
I want the vein in your throat that jumps when you lie
The twitch in the corner of your arrogant eye
I want the pulse in your wrist, running hot and fast

I want to own the flinch when you realize you’re dealing with your past.
You flash the wealth like armor
thinking locks keep the wolves at bay
But I’m not here for the safe
I’m here to watch you gray
You could hand over every bill in your wallet and I’d still press for more
I’m not finished till I see the panic when my boots hit the floor.

Gold is just bait, Fear is the meat
I want the moment you realize You’re walking on broken feet.
I want what is under your skin
not just the cash in your hand, I want your sleep
your peace, the ground where you stand
If greed is hunger, mine eats from with-in
You can keep your pretty toys

I want what is under your skin.
I will lend you just enough rope to feel saved
Then jerk it tight when you think the road is paved
You thought you were hiring help, paying for a plan
You were feeding an animal that wants to eat the man.

I don’t just want the wallet, I want the habits
the routes, the dread
I want to know which corner of your mind shakes when I’m in your head
Then I will sit as you beg, offer me blood or time
And I will smile slow, Watching you commit the crime.

I want what is under your skin
not just the cash in your hand, I want your sleep
your peace, the ground where you stand
If greed is hunger, mine eats from with-in
You can keep your pretty toys
I want what is under your skin.

When your body finally quits and they chalk the line on the floor
They will call it pressure, stress
or showing you the door, But I’ll know the truth
I’ll know where I’ve been
I got exactly what was under your skin.