The Talking Bugs my wounds

Have you seen that smile upon my face
It was a ghost, a little kind of gift
Have you seen that wound upon my skin
It was a ghost, a little kind of reeducation
Every kind of new destiny and tear
Time after time
Become like worms
Sometimes I walk alone
And the time is now
Sometimes I walk alone
I need to walk alone
There's a time to hear your sound
There's a time to heal your wounds
Have you ever seen that colour
In a second disappear
All your samples all your tears
In a second disappear
Have you ever seen that colour
In a second disappear