The Last Kiss
Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that youll see.
All by myself, Im alone in such poor company.
The deeper I think, the deeper I seem to sink, I cant stop the
insects that are feeding,
pull the needles from beneath my skin. I broke myself, shattered,
tied a bow around every peice.
Youll love the eyes. Have they always shown so vacantly? The
more I show the less youll want to know.
I cant stop the insects that are feeding, pull the needles from
beneath my skin.
Now Im on display. I am becoming. Hurt myself today. Its all for you.
Do you like what Im becoming? Cut myself today. Its all for you.
I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee.
Pushed through your panes. Seems Ive landed quite uncomfortably.
But as I pass through souls of broken glass I cant stop the
insects that are feeding.
Pull the needles from beneath my skin.
