Stabbing Westward

You don't understand this, I think you never did
Silently I search for a reason to exist
I've found a way to feel you, I feel so fucking old
You're burning up inside me, but I feel so fucking cold
You are clutched tight in my fingers
You caress my skin so light
You are welling up inside me
You have finally freed yourself
You are flowing 'cross my pale skin
You are running down my arm
You are salty as I taste you
I have finally made you warm
I have finally made you warm
You stare at me so silent, you stare at me so cold
I think you stare right through me, that stare has made me old
I've found a way to feel you, I feel so fucking old
You're burning up inside me, but I feel so fucking cold
You are clutched tight in my fingers
You caress my skin so light
You are welling up inside me
You have finally freed yourself
You are flowing 'cross my pale skin
You are running down my arm
You are salty as I taste you
I have finally made you warm
I have finally made you warm
Take this... As an offering