AFI – The Last Kiss

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.