Back Inside the Glass
A twisted knife
A porcelain reflection
Where sorrys die
And my mind's 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
Manic denial
A speculum injection
A parasite
It swims through my intestines
Outward appearance can be deceptive
In the process of dividing, designing
(Open the door, open the fucking 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
When the thing I tried to kill
In this redesign of self lives
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
(Slithering into me, becoming, designing)
Slithering into me
Open up and let it back inside
Open up and let it back inside
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)