Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see.
all by myself, i'm alone in such poor company.
the deeper i think, the deeper i seem to sink,
i can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
i broke myself, shattered, tied a bow around every piece.
you'll lovely the eyes.
have they always shown so vacantly?
the more i show the less you'll want to know.
i can't stop the insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
now i'm on display.
i am becoming.
hurt myself today.
it's all for you.
do you like, do you like, what i'm becoming?
cut myself today.
it's all for you.
i part the night, flashing, approaching as i watch you flee.
pushed through your panes.
seems i've landed quite uncomfortably.
but as i pass through souls of broken glass
i can't stop the insects that are feeding.
pull the needles from beneath my skin.
please don't ask me just what i think, trust me,
you don't want to know.
please don't ask me to open up, trust me, trust me,
'cause i can't.