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 Love the Eyes. Have They Always Shone 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 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 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.