the butterfly can just look back flap those wings and say oh yeah i never have to be a worm again the snake gets tired of being him he wriggles from that itchy skin leaves it lying where hes been and moves on pre chorus ive been longing for something tangible some kind of proof that theres been change in me chorus feels like i have been waking up only to fight with the same old stuff change is slow and it fills me with such doubt come on new man where have you been help me wriggle from this self im in and leave it like a skin upon the ground