| A twisted knife | 
| A porcelain reflection | 
| Where sorrys die | 
| 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 | 
| 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 this 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) |