Touch

Catatonic listless creature

Try to comprehend

Everything you've ever wanted

Is around the next bend

Don't try to fake it

I see you shaking

It doesn't mean a thing

Look at you, the freak attraction

In this carnival of souls

Failing all negotiations

You'll be the next sold

Don't try to fake it

I see you shaking

It doesn't mean anything

Now love, don't make a sound

Reach down and touch the ground

Emptiness is almost certain

Like an automatic dream

You're closing in on the final curtain

You're on the next scene