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, 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.

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.

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.