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.