Skins In My Closet

I got several skins in me closet
 None of which is the same
 I got several identities to be unfolded
 Who am I today?
 The beggar, the priest
 The thief, or the fog
 The garbage on the street now
 Or the scum
 I could be behind you with a knife
 I could be there to take your life
 I said, skins
 It's like identity
 Skins...
 Now, I been getting up just around seven
 I look at what I have, and if I'm going to Heaven
 But I been so bad, I don't know what good is
 I been living so low, I feel just like a fool
 I got several skins in me closet
 None of which, now, is the same
 The beggar, the priest
 The thief, or the fog
 I said, who am I today?
 Skins...
 All these identities
 What identity do you have?
 I look in the mirror, and what do I see?
 I see eyes that lie unto thee
 It's sad that I laugh, and I know that I'm wrong
 'Cause I'm twisting around in my own
 Closet of skins
 Identity hangs
 The thief or the fog
 The priest or the scum
 Am I standing behind you with a knife?
 Do I make you fear for your life?
 Skins in our closet
 Who are we today?
 I said, skins...
 Skins at the party
 In which we talk away
 Light lies in this darkness
 At the party where we were inside the day
 I said, now, who are you and me today?
 The clothes you wear could be your just undoings
 It could show someone else what you're not meant to be doing
 It could be a lie in which you're living
 Look in the mirror... what is your giving?
 Giving what?
 Identity!
 Skins!
 Identity!
 Skins!
 Skins...
 I have several skins in me closet
 I had about twenty myths
 I look at my face, I see the disgrace
 Of a man who doesn't know where to begin
 Because, skins...
 All I think about... identity
 The priest or the fog
 The garbage or the scum
 I could be holding a knife
 Do you fear for your life?
 Skins...
 But now I say, "No more, no more, no more identity...
 No more closet of skins."
 I said, "No more skins in me closet--
 I'm gonna be me today."