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 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 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 what I´m becoming? Cut myself today. It´s all for you.
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.
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.
It´s all for you.