(written by kevin griffin)   (transcribed by fd3)   (hila helped me out too!)         I wanna know what's inside   I slip into your house   Well I can't take for granted   How your bones are planted   What things appear to be   They're just illusions to me   I wanna get inside and move around   I wanna get inside and swirm all around      [ohh....]      This is my work of art   Pull back the skin   Rearrange the bones      The ground beneath the grass   The truth behind the lie   The love between the hate   Woah, but it's the skin you see   And it's the skin you want      This is my work of art   Pull back the skin   Rearrange the bones      It's not the skin that matters   It's not the skin that matters   It's not the skin, it's the bones      Don't lay your troubles on me   When you refuse to see   One hundred years from now   It's the bones you'll see   On hundred years from now   What's left of you and me      This is my first......hell-no   Pull back the skin   Blow upon the bones      Hold your hand up to the light   Hold your lies up to the light   Hold your hate up to the light   You see the gnarled, twisted and broken...bones.