Letra de On The Subject Of Turning Insane

My self confidence has resigned Now I walk with indifference With my will and my fear Following me from a distance So presence please Make love to me Clean my head with nonsense You are a whore that I can afford Nobody wants my conscience If I cannot open to what I love Then will it be gone, along with the sun That shines just slightly Upon anything I hope for I'm alone where dreams are born Where my eyelids hide your picture from the sun This stupid dolled up longing That I cough up every morning This is my skin you see Stretched all over me Tightened around so perfectly Exposed to other peoples eyes, Safety-pins, razorblades and knives