Testi musica canzoni

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
peice.
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.