My skin

Take a look at my bodyLook at my handsThere's so much hereThat I don't understand

Your face-saving promisesWhispered like prayersI don't need them

'Cause I've been treated so wrongI've been treated so longAs if I'm becoming untouchable

Well, contempt loves the silenceIt thrives in the darkWith fine winding tendrilsThat strangle the heart

They say that promisesSweeten the blowBut I don't need themNo, I don't need them

I've been treated so wrongI've been treated so longAs if I'm becoming untouchable

I'm a slow-dying flowerI'm a frost-killing hourSweet turning sourAnd untouchable

Oh, I needThe darknessThe sweetnessThe sadnessThe weaknessOh, I need this

I needA lullabyA kiss goodnightAngel-sweet love of my lifeOh, I need this

I'm a slow-dying flowerFrost-killing hourThe sweet turning sourAnd untouchable

Do you remember the wayThat you touched me before?All the trembling sweetnessI loved and adored?

Your face-saving promisesWhispered like prayersI don't need them

I needThe darknessThe sweetnessThe sadnessThe weaknessI need this

I needA lullabyA kiss goodnightAngel-sweet love of my lifeOh, I need this

Well, is it dark enough?Can you see me?Do you want me?Can you reach me?Or I'm leaving

Better shut your mouthAnd hold your breathYou kiss me nowYou catch your deathOh, I mean this

Oh, I need this