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

A manic in 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)

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

Now I've got (refracting)

What I need (shimmering)

It's in me (suffering)