In the same way,
The only way I could have sense
Of what’s underneath your color
I would have to strip you off your dirty clothe
I would have to take your mind away

But I can’t strip the black off your soul
To see what’s hiding behind closed doors
I can’t see what’s hiding behind your soul
I can’t see beyond your closed doors

I have no sense at all
No sense at all
No sense at all
At all, at all, at all

Assume I can take it off your face
With some acid wash
Acid wash, acid wash
Nothing would be gained
Something else would take its place

I have no sense at all
No sense at all
No sense at all
At all, at all, at all

Perhaps you just want to say
That I could, that I could touch you all
Then I would gain more sense

We would be pushing down
Pushing down, pushing down
Pressing down
Until we sense all
Until we lose control.