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.