Icicles

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 see
 Beyond 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 giving 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
 In the eye
 Eye
 Eye