The inside of my skin is sore

I can feel them burrowing

Little scratches under every pore

How the hell did they get in

But I′m sure there is nothing there

I took a slice and peeked and looked and stared

But it's just all some empty skin

Sat in the red, poolin′

Stick my fingers in my ears

But you're still so crystal clear

The second hand it scratches me

That never leaves

I feel you breathe

It's torture

It′s torture

It′s torture

Try to run but it just follows

I'm locked away without a key

Wish I could get this over with

But it was never up to me

Stick my fingers in my ears

But you′re still so crystal clear

The second hand it scratches me

That never leaves

I feel you breathe

It's torture

(Torture)

It′s torture

It's torture

(Torture)

It′s torture

Ooooh, oh, ooh

It's torture