The Last Kiss

Hung in your room, swaying, hoping only that you'll see. 

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. 

Hurt myself today. 

It's all for you. 

Hurt myself today. 

It's all for you. 

I part the night, flashing, approaching as I watch you flee. 

Pushed through your panes. 

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.