A twisted knife
(A twisted self rejection)
A porcelain reflection
Where sorrys die
(Where apologies aren't accepted)
And my mind is the murder weapon
I know I could control it
But it's so consuming once it's in
A maniac in bilocation
Stretched in two different directions
Now I'm back inside the glass
And I know that the pain is coming
Now I'm back inside the glass
The regret has slithered into me
Now I'm back inside the glass
And I know that the pain is coming
Now I'm back inside the glass
Now I'm back to what I used to be
A manic in denial
A speculum injection
A parasite (lives inside)
It swims through my intestines
Outward appearance can be deceptive
In the process of
Dividing
Designing
(Open the door)
Now I'm back inside the glass
And I know that the pain is coming
Now I'm back inside the glass
The regret has slithered into me
Now I'm back inside the glass
And I know that the pain is coming
Now I'm back inside the glass
Now I'm back to what I used to be
When the thing I tried to kill
In this redesign of self lives
Slithering
Into me
Becoming
Designing
Slithering
Into me
Open. Up. And. Let. It. Back. Inside
Open up and let it back in
Now I've got (refracting)
What I need (shimmering)
It's in me (suffering)
