It must have been some kind of flu
How it raised your temperature
How it must have cost you the time of your life
Spinning down 12 steps
I battled bladed sinister machines
Oh my cuts were so clean
I fought a war through 7 weeks of rain
And now I know what you mean
But my skin is conditioned
To complete this mission
And we have miles and miles to go
Yeah my skin, it's conditioned
To complete this mission
And we have miles and miles to go
It must have been some kind of madness
Holding your head together with paperclips
Dry heaving from a balcony
Hoping no one would catch on to your secret
I learned to sleep almost anywhere
You taught me well, the price of fear is death
I watched and wasted so many years away
But my skin is conditioned
To complete this mission
And we have miles and miles to go
Well my skin, it's conditioned
To complete this mission
And we have miles and miles to go
Come on mother f*cker you ain't dead yet