Get in your zone, don′t even look at them at all

Their shallow observations will only stall the transformation

You've become art, how could they even start to seeBeyond your presentation when they′ve got no imagination?

But I admit it would be easier

To be relieved of all this shame and not have to wear it on my sleeve

I imagine it's quite nice for you

To have so many chances, oh-so-many ways

To be redeemed

But as for me

I can only be forgiven if I'm givin′ myself up to you

On a silver serving tray

Must I bare myself to the stabbing of your knife and gnashing teeth

While our lovely company appears so entertained?

Ah, yes, good etiquette demands

I remain soft and accessible in the face of my own ending

So I will try to be discreet

Through my full-blown implosion, I′ll stay golden and retreat

Into my sweetest fantasy

The one where you are crying

And I don't do anything at all

The one where you are crying

And I don′t do anything at all

Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

My world has turned so cold but I won't cry

′Cause icicles don't soften when they die

So why should I?

Why should I?

Oh, icicles don′t soften when they die

They sharpen into sabers, and they stab you in the eye

Icicles don't soften when they die

They sharpen into sabers, and they stab you in the eye

Oh, oh, icicles don't soften when they die

They sharpen into sabers, and they stab you in the eye

Icicles don′t soften when they die

They sharpen into sabers, and they stab you in the eye

In the eye